Scars Of A Broken Bond

“I won’t be back in the near future. Just ensure things remain steady for now.”

Both Harrell and Cody exchanged glances, nodding in resignation.

After their exit, the room was left in silence, occupied solely by Tyrone.

However, shortly after, Damon made an entrance, taking a seat across from Tyrone. After sipping some water, he began, “Galilea’s psychiatrist reached out. She’s growing restless. If you continue to avoid her, she’s threatening to expose Sabrina’s identity.”

Tyrone adjusted his sleeves casually, responding, “Arrange for her to visit tomorrow.”

When Tyrone saw Galilea again, he almost couldn’t recognize her.

worn out, with dry, brittle hair and unkempt attire. The

a harrowing narrative. She moved sluggishly, possibly due to an overdose of sedatives, often staring

a smirk, asking in a hoarse voice, “Are

armchair, Tyrone lit up a cigarette, responding, “Had you heeded my advice and left for overseas, you wouldn’t have been Like this. Your greedy desires led

filled

took a drag on his cigarette calmly and opened his mouth slightly. The smoke

couch opposite Tyrone, saying, “My greed? Ha! The title of Mrs. Blakely was meant for me. You guys broke your promise and now dare to point

of smoke veiled Tyrone’s

on it, assuming it was just

past, they were just memories for him, and he had no desire