Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 505
Eagerly, Sabrina began putting on her shoes, preparing to leave the bedroom.
As Tyrone entered the living area, he spotted Sabrina on the second-floor landing and immediately halted her. “Don’t move!”
He ascended the stairs to scoop her up. As he took in her puffy red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, a look of concern crossed
his face. “Why did you get out of bed?”
“Just a few steps. I’ll be fine.”
“That’s not acceptable.”
Sabrina had no interest in quarreling about this. “Grandpa seemed perfectly fine a few days ago. How did he suddenly...
Tyrone cast his gaze downward and revealed, “When he was last in the hospital, Lynch predicted he only had a maximum of
three months left.
Grandpa was already running on borrowed time...”
Fresh tears trickled down Sabrina’s cheeks.
Sighing, Tyrone settled Sabrina in the back seat of the car. He caressed her face gently, his thumbs wiping away her tears. “Stop
crying. Grandpa wouldn’t want you to be unhappy. His ultimate wish was to see his great-grandchild. For his sake, both you and
the baby must stay healthy.”
“Alright... flow.
” Sabrina responded, her tears continuing their relentless
Finding no other alternative, Tyrone enveloped Sabrina in a comforting embrace, gently stroking her back, a soft lullaby of
reassurance. “You are more beautiful without tears on your face..
The driver stowed the wheelchair away in the trunk and started the car.
The car headed straight to the funeral home.
Cesar’s body had already been conveyed to the funeral home, arranged meticulously by Larry. He was put into new clothes.

Work was underway to adorn the funeral hall as well.
As they neared the funeral home, Tyrone enveloped Sabrina’s hand in his own, murmuring, “When we reach, stick close to
Grandpa. There’s no need for you to do anything else, understand?”
“Alright.”
Lena, Larry’s wife, stood at the gate of the funeral home, dressed in black, When she saw Tyrone and Sabrina arriving, she
handed them two sets of black clothes.
Once they were dressed, Lena took charge of the wheelchair, telling Tyrone, “You proceed ahead, Tyrone. I’ll look after Sabrina.
“Thank you, Lena.” Once more, Tyrone bent low to Sabrina, saying, “If you feel any discomfort, don’t force yourself to endure it.
Let me know if anything feels off. I have to Leave now.”
“Okay.”
Without further delay, Tyrone left. Lena guided Sabrina to the lounge.