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.

“Karen told me you took Bun to the

that day. Kylan took Bun,”

I’ll call Kylan. Thank you. Continue

gripping the doorknob with the intention of shutting the door and

Tyrone called out

“Anything else?” Sabrina asked.

but his phone’s

to wait and answered, “Hello, Karen’s been at the villa. You can come see the

in confusion, “What? Mr. Blakely? What

calmly ended the call and set the phone on the table, his gaze locked on Sabrina’s