Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 1027
Tyrone had lavished Galilea with new resources and attended the party together. Could he truly expect her to dismiss it all based
on a single sentence?
Tyrone bowed his head, detecting the biting sarcasm in Sabrina’s retort. With a firm grip on her wrist, he implored, “Tell me what
you want from me. If my actions have not convinced you, then I shall endeavor to demonstrate my sincerity. Your skepticism
pains me.“
Sabrina, her countenance a frigid mask, arched an elegant eyebrow as she inquired, “You wish to prove yourself to me?” “Yes,”
he affirmed.
“I require no action from you,” she replied icily. “I merely seek the unspoken truth. I will discern its veracity on my own.”
Tyrone hesitated.
Sabrina had previously emphasized her aversion to his assistance and indebtedness. If she were to Learn that he had
negotiated with Galilea on her behalf
And if he disclosed the truth now, Sabrina would inevitably question why he had allowed Galilea to escape during their prior
encounter, likely revealing Sabrina’s true identity and the photo of her pregnancy. Tyrone couldn’t afford to unveil these secrets.
Witnessing his silence and hesitation, Sabrina added a touch of sarcasm to her tone. “If you find yourself unable to comply, then
let it be. I require no proof from you. The greatest favor you can bestow upon me is to maintain your distance.
The elevator doors slid open at this very moment, and a resident exited, casting a brief, curious glance at the pair before striding
away.
Capitalizing on the fleeting opportunity, Sabrina extricated herself from Tyrone’s grasp, darted inside the elevator, and promptly
pressed the button for her desired floor.
The elevator swiftly ascended its course.
Upon Sabrina’s arrival home, Bettie promptly rose from her seat and cast a scrutinizing gaze in Sabrina’s direction. “Did Tyrone
exert undue pressure on you?” she inquired.
Sabrina, in a nonchalant manner, closed the door behind her and replied, “Not really.”

Sabrina was surprised that Tyrone had refrained from forcing her into drafting a letter of understanding for Galilea’s wrongdoing.
“Do not underestimate the situation. Tyrone may have devised an alternative approach,” Bettie offered a cautionary reminder, her
tone tilled with concern.
“Alright .”
News of Galilea’s police apprehension had made headlines. Although the specific reasons remained undisclosed, speculations
among netizens hinted at the gravity of the situation.
Members of the project team who had previously collaborated with Galilea engaged in covert inquiries and, in some instances,
surreptitiously erased any records of their past partnerships with Galilea.
Camden, his forehead furrowed with apprehension, fretted about the potential time and effort required to step in Galilea‘s role
should the need arise in light of these circumstances.
Fortuitously, Galilea held only a supporting role with relatively few scenes, affording room for mitigation.
Nonetheless, the quest to find a suitable replacement proved daunting, with scarce availability among actors.
Camden tenderly massaged the space between his brows, pondering the impending challenges.