As her workday came to a close, Tyrone sent Sabrina a text. “Are you done with your work? Once you’re finished, meet me in the parking lot.

Her reply was a simple, “Soon.”

She found Tyrone’s car in the parking lot, opened the back door, and got in.

The driver started the car.

The car began to move.

With a sidelong glance at Sabrina, Tyrone said impassively, “Grandma’s insistence on us returning must be because of the news. I’1l find an opportunity to tell them about the divorce.”

A pang of pain shot through Sabrina’s heart. She simply nodded and redirected her gaze to the streets swiftly passing by outside the window.

that he must have been waiting for this

with a smile, “Mr. Blakely, your grandma is preoccupied in the kitchen.

message was delivered, the housekeeper promptly set off to prepare a refreshing pot

lifestyle, she remained a warm-hearted elderly woman who found joy in

feuds among the Blakely progeny,

slipping off her shoes, Sabrina asked, “Where

to the upper floor, the housekeeper replied, “He is taking a rest. Lately, his health has

concern washed over

Blakely empire had its roots in the efforts of Tyrone’s great-grandfather, and Tyrone’s grandfather, Cesar Blakely, sustained it. Unfortunately, the strain of his work took a toll on his health when he was younger. As he aged, his health continued to falter, worsened by a liver transplant and a regimen of continuous

from Lynch?” Tyrone

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