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.

visibly rushed, indicating that he must have been waiting

welcomed Tyrone and Sabrina with a smile, “Mr. Blakely, your grandma is preoccupied in the kitchen. Kindly settle

message was delivered, the housekeeper promptly set off to prepare a refreshing pot of coffee accompanied by a platter

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

the occasional feuds among the Blakely progeny, their reverence for

her shoes, Sabrina asked, “Where might

housekeeper replied, “He is taking

wave of concern washed over

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

from Lynch?” Tyrone

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