Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 980
Yes, her resolve was indomitable.
Her focus had never wavered. She delved into her studies, work, Life, love, and cherished memories with relentless dedication.
She had pursued justice for her father tenaciously, even though a decade had passed since Connor’s tragic demise and her
quest for vengeance might ultimately lead her down a similar perilous path as Connor’s.
After concluding the call, Tyrone walked outside, seeking solace in the quietude as he indulged in a contemplative cigarette.
Meanwhile, Sabrina and Jennie engaged in a spirited discussion about the peculiar sideways movement of crabs.
Tyrone, casting an affectionate gaze upon Sabrina’s profile, harbored a maelstrom of emotions within.
Before the dinner’s end, exhaustion overwhelmed Jennie, her eyelids drooping heavily.
With tender care, Tyrone scooped Jennie up and placed her in the back seat before embarking on their journey.
The clock had already struck 9:00 p.m. The neon Lights outside cast a hazy glow through the car window, while the occasional
car whooshed by, punctuating the silence with their distant whistles.
Within the confines of the car, a profound stillness enveloped Tyrone and Sabrina, disrupted only by the rhythmic cadence of
their breaths.
In a subdued tone, Tyrone ventured to ask, “What are your plans in the following days?”
Sabrina chose not to respond directly but instead posed her own question, “I recall aunt mentioning her intent to take Jennie
back after our excursion. What are your thoughts on the matter? Are you in agreement?” lo, I won’t agree on Jennie’s return.”
“I’m concerned that she may not share your perspective.”
“I will manage it,” Tyrone assured. Glancing at Sabrina through the rearview mirror, he pressed, “But you’ve yet to answer my
initial inquiry.”
Sabrina brushed off the question with nonchalance, stating, “That’s not your concern.”

“Allow me to pose another question, then. On that fateful day at the restaurant, when Galilea shoved you down the staircase and
caused you harm, why did you keep it from me?”
While en route from Orden, Kylan had relayed the unsettling news to Tyrone.
Sabrina arched an eyebrow. “Why should I have informed you? You seemed quite taken with her. Despite her alleged
involvement in Cesar’s demise, you chose to forgive her. My injury was minor.”
Tyrone pursed his lips, his sigh a gesture of resigned helplessness.