Scars Of A Broken Bond

At this moment, Sabrina realized she might have picked the wrong time to resign. "I simply wish to resign, that's all!"

"I cannot agree to your resignation."

Annoyed, Sabrina retorted without thinking, "Fine, you're right! I want to leave with him. What right do you have to care about my actions now? If you can be with Galilea Clifford, why can't I find love with someone else?"This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

A glacial expression fell over Tyrone's face as he spat out, "What, do I not have a say in your matters? Remember, you're not just my wife, but my sister too. Why do you think he invited you to travel overseas? Once you're there, with no family or friends, can you predict the consequences?"

Sabrina was at a loss. And she was pissed off right now. In her annoyance, she forcefully kicked the quilt.

"Ah!"

She managed to thump her already hurt ankle, a piercing agony shooting through her.

The pain was so intense that she inhaled deeply and broke into tears.

Raising the quilt, Tyrone spotted her injury. "What happened? Did you hurt yourself again?"

Sabrina could only respond with a teary-eyed nod.

Tyrone stepped in to assist her, taking charge of the medicine. He carefully unwrapped the bandage on her ankle, cleansed her wound, tenderly massaged it, and applied soothing ointment to alleviate the pain.

Placing the ointment aside, Tyrone's voice turned solemn. "Sabrina, resigning is not an option for you. Let's drop the subject."

Sabrina merely sighed, lowered her gaze, and remained silent.

Perched on the edge of the bed, Tyrone continued, "We're still legally married. I'd prefer if you didn't invite anyone over."

Looking up, Sabrina questioned, "Even friends?"

"Is that all he is to you?"

In response, Sabrina turned her face away, frustrated.

What was wrong with Tyrone?

"I don't want to discuss this with you."

She was utterly exasperated.

That night, after their meal, Sabrina discovered some paperwork on their bedroom table as she went to freshen up.

Had Tyrone returned from his office rather than Galilea's place?

On closer inspection, it wasn't work-related but rather medical records from Healthwell Hospital, labeled with Galilea's name.

What could possibly be wrong with Galilea?

Sabrina pondered, her curiosity piqued.

As she extended a hand to peruse the records, she hesitated, pulling back.