Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on Sabrina through the rearview mirror. He clenched his teeth and asked, “It has nothing to do with me?”

He had given her the opportunity to turn to him for his help, but it seemed she preferred to hide the issue from him and carry the risk of retaliation.

Did she find him that untrustworthy to confide in?

Why was she not valuing her own safety?

Sabrina raised her head, noticing the anger in his eyes, but she couldn’t comprehend the reason behind it. “It’s my own business. And how did you find out I was investigating the kidnapping case? Did you investigate me again? I still haven’t settled accounts with you for following me to Orden.

Sabrina’s righteous anger flared, and Tyrone was incensed. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, the veins on the back of his hand becoming pronounced. “I investigated you because you were being threatened. I followed you to Orden because you were injured the night before, and I genuinely cared about your well-being. You might find it hard to believe, but I just want to help you!”

a purpose and require reciprocation. I can‘t provide the kind of

bitterness in his voice, “Is that how

driven by a desire to manipulate

her life, which likely led to a similar

“Am

responded with silence, his

inside the car immediately became tense, and

Sabrina leaned against the back of the

the community, Tyrone brought the car to a halt and silently observed her through the rearview