Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 1023

Fortunately, Sabrina had emerged unscathed…

Initially, Tyrone had been angered by Sabrina’s repeated rejections. Yet, upon learning of

the situation, his anger dissolved entirely, replaced only by deep-seated concern.

At this moment, all he yearned for was to embrace Sabrina tightly… Tyrone deftly

unlocked his smartphone, located a specific contact, and hesitated for a contemplative

moment before initiating the call. Sabrina’s mobile device chimed with an incoming call.

Glancing at the caller ID, Sabrina chose to rebuff the call.

Bettie, her inquisitive gaze darting toward Sabrina, ventured, “Tyrone’s calling?”

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Sabrina affirmed with a terse nod, “Yes.”

“You’re handling it well.”

A mere thirty seconds elapsed before Tyrone made another attempt to contact her.

Sabrina, resolute in her decision, refused to answer the call once more. As a final measure,

she powered down her phone.

Tyrone’s car trailed them at a discreet distance. Upon hearing the mechanical hum,

Tyrone‘s lips compressed into a tight line.

Previously, she had merely declined his offers of assistance, but today she not only

rejected his call but switched off her phone entirely.

Why? Could it be because Sabrina had spotted him in the company of Galilea tonight?

Was she angry? Could it be that she harbored some semblance of affection for him?

Tyrone grappled with incredulity.

Upon their arrival at the underground garage within the residential community, the

security gate’s barrier automatically ascended, having identified their vehicle’s license

plate. Bettie navigated the car through as the gate descended once more.

The community maintained stringent access control, permitting only the vehicles of

residents to enter.

The vehicle came to a halt in an available parking space. Sabrina unfastened her seatbelt

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and gracefully disembarked, making her way to the elevator where she pressed the button

marked “Up.”

The elevator descended from the tenth floor, its descent accentuated by the echoing

silence of the underground garage.

Suddenly, from a nearby corridor, the distinct sound of approaching footsteps broke the

hush.

Bettie, engrossed in responding to her father’s inquiries on her phone, remained oblivious

to this development.

Sabrina pursed her lips, casting her gaze downward.

Inexplicably, an uncanny sensation washed over her, an unmistakable intuition that it was

Tyrone approaching.

However, Tyrone should have had no access.