Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice, his eyes wide with surprise. Leaning back, he inquired, “Sabrina, what did you say?”

“Which pet hospital is Bun in? When it’s healthy, I’ll take it away,”

Sabrina repeated.

“Why ask me? I don’t know.” He moved his mouse and eyed the computer screen with great care, as if immersed in some critical task.

Had Sabrina walked behind Tyrone, she would have discovered the desktop state on the screen.

If Sabrina had a clone and it arrived at the study beforehand, it would have known that Tyrone had been standing at the window, watching her ever since she stepped out of the car. As soon as Sabrina walked into the living room, Tyrone swiftly took a seat behind the desk and activated the computer, creating the illusion of being engrossed in his work.

short pause, Sabrina said, “Karen told me you took Bun to

something urgent that day. Kylan took Bun,” Tyrone

Kylan. Thank you. Continue with

words, Sabrina stepped back twice, her hand gripping the doorknob

out suddenly, halting

“Anything else?” Sabrina asked.

to speak, but

motioned for Sabrina to wait and answered, “Hello, Karen’s been at the villa. You can come see the house anytime. We’ll talk about the price

Mr. Blakely? What are you

all, goodbye.” With those words, Tyrone calmly ended the call and set the phone on the table, his gaze locked on Sabrina’s face, watching for the faintest hint