Chapter: 150
In this predicament, he could only choose one of them.
With a heavy heart, Tyrone glanced back at Sabrina in the car, dialed Karen, and said, “Karen, I left the file behind. It’s on the
table. Can you take a taxi to the court? We’ll wait for you at the entrance.”
Acknowledging the file bag on the table, Karen responded promptly, “Understood.”
Tyrone reentered the car and informed Sabrina, “Karen was stuck in a traffic jam. She should arrive soon.”
“Okay.”
“Sabrina.”
“Yes?”
“Once we divorce, would you consider marrying him?”
Sabrina paused before replying, “Possibly.”
“That’s comforting. I genuinely wish you a joyful Life with your Loved one.”
Sabrina felt a knot forming in her throat. She looked away, muttering, “Hin.
She wouldn’t be able to reciprocate the same blessings for him and Galilea.
His lack of love for her was clear, or else, how could he have voiced such a thing?
What he didn’t realize was that she planned to divorce the man she loved, not marry him.
After divorce, Tyrone would gain what he desired. He would marry another woman and they would share lifelong affection.
She would never grow old alongside him, nor would she ever find true happiness.
“Sir, madam,” the driver called, tapping on the window. “Karen has arrived.”
“Got it.” Both exited the car.
Karen hurried over and handed the file to Tyrone. “Sir, I’ve brought it here.”
“Thank you,” Tyrone replied, glancing at Sabrina before taking her hand. “Let’s proceed. Mind the stairs.”
“Okay.”
His hand, always large and warm, enveloped her small, cold one.
She recalled how her hands always felt cold during the winter.
Every time she accompanied Tyrone from work, he would grasp her hand first before tucking it into his pocket to warm it.