She liked Bradley. Would his presence cheer her up?

The phone Line held a moment of static-filled silence before Bradley’s voice, edged with reproach, broke through. “Tyrone Blakely! Did your actions lead to her losing the child? Why couldn’t you have simply released her?” @

His tone grew sharp. “Which hospital is she in? Which ward?”

Tyrone provided the information.

“I’LL be there immediately.” With those words, the call ended.

Half an hour later, Bradley stood in the ward, his gaze landing on the visibly worn Tyrone.

He didn’t attribute Tyrone’s haggard appearance to Sabrina. Instead, he believed it was because of his grandpa, who had recently passed away.

scoff passed Bradley’s lips as he pushed the

the door, Sabrina, assuming it was Tyrone, kept her eyes closed,

seat on the bed’s edge. “Sabrina, it’s me,” he said

sound of his voice.

drifted to the untouched breakfast. “Have you

don’t feel like eating.” Sabrina

But consider this from the perspective of a friend who cares. Perhaps it’s for the best that the baby is no longer

it sounds harsh, but if the child lived, you’d be forever Linked to Tyrone. You married him because of his grandfather’s kindness, but now both

stared blankly at the

but what would

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