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.

must have been waiting

and Sabrina with a smile, “Mr. Blakely, your

delivered, the housekeeper promptly set off to prepare a refreshing pot of coffee accompanied

from humble beginnings. Despite her wealthy lifestyle, she remained a warm-hearted elderly

among the Blakely progeny, their reverence

off her shoes, Sabrina asked,

is taking a rest. Lately, his health

wave of concern washed over

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

the word from Lynch?” Tyrone

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