Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 824
She had inadvertently put the Faulkner family in a big mess.
She had hoped to earn Trevor’s trust and help him, but Tyrone’s meddling jeopardized everything. If Trevor grew fearful of
Tyrone and distanced himself, her entire strategy would crumble.
Moreover, she was completely unaware of the situation, yet she couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was somehow her fault.
She didn’t harbor romantic feelings for Trevor. Her interest in him was purely strategic. But what if genuine affection blossomed
between them?
Tyrone’s jealousy, unwilling to see her with another, wrought chaos in their lives. If this continued, Sabrina shuddered to think
how their futures would unfold.
She had no freedom.
Opening her chat with Trevor, Sabrina typed, “I apologize, Trevor. I’ve discovered the person in the recording. He’s an associate
of Tyrone Blakely’s. I’m sorry. I truly hadn’t foreseen this. I’ve confronted him, urging an out-of-court resolution. If they resist, I’ll
cover your expenses.”
Trevor quickly responded, “I see. Sabrina, don’t worry, I’m not blaming you. No need to apologize. You’re incredibly kind and
sweet. It’s definitely his loss to have divorced you.”
His empathy only deepened Sabrina’s guilt.
After the conversation, Sabrina murmured to Jennie, “Jennie, I need to step out for a call. Call if you need me.”
Jennie nodded in understanding.
Sabrina walked to a quieter spot by the fire escape and called Tyrone, her face devoid of emotion.
“Beep... Beep...”
The phone kept ringing for quite a while and was only answered just before it was about to disconnect on its own.
“Hello, Sabrina?” Through the phone came Tyrone’s faint and raspy voice, suggesting that he had just woken up.

Without noticing the difference in his voice, Sabrina asked coldly,
“Tyrone, did you ask Damon to set a trap for the Faulkner family? How can you stoop so low? Weren‘t you done meddling in my
life? You can’t keep your word! You’re such a liar!”
For a while, Tyrone remained quiet, then murmured in a fragile tone, “Is that your perception of me?”
The moment her call popped up, he picked up eagerly. However, the barrage of questions that followed dampened his spirits
instantly.
“Aren’t you a liar?” Sabrina’s voice turned chilly as she asked each word deliberately.
With a mix of sarcasm and disillusionment, Tyrone retorted, “Trevor’s father bought subpar materials, fully aware of their quality.
When someone blew the whistle on him, how is that my fault?”
At this point, Tyrone’s word held no weight in Sabrina’s eyes.