Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 551

Chapter: 551

The man responsible was from an affluent family. He had recently bought a sports car. He

was flaunting it on the streets when he collided with them. His car was damaged, and his

leg injured.

Upon discovering his collision involved Tyrone Blakely, he was in a frenzy, reaching out to

his family for aid.

But Tyrone had no intention of pressing charges. In fact, he was thankful for the accident.

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It had brought him back into Sabrina’s Life. If it meant another chance to see her, he

wouldn’t mind a few more broken ribs.

After the police departed, Sabrina found her phone intact in her bag.

Noticing the darkening sky, she dialed Karen. “Karen, Tyrone’s been in an accident. He’s at

Healthwell Hospital now. Could you pack some clothes and bring them here?”

“What?” Karen inquired. “Is it serious?”

“No need to panic. It’s not severe.”

“Thank goodness. What about you? Do you need a change of clothes?”

“No, I’m okay. I won’t be staying overnight at the hospital.”

The conversation reached Tyrone’s ears clearly. He closed his eyes, feeling a tinge of

sadness.

In other words, she would leave the hospital tonight, and perhaps embark on a journey

with her friends tomorrow. He had no clue when she’d return.

It suddenly struck Tyrone that they were no Longer a couple. They were free from the

obligation to keep each other informed about their whereabouts, living separate lives now.

In the days ahead, she would have her own life and career.

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Perhaps, he would only get to see her occasionally. If she purposely avoided him, it might

be difficult to catch a glimpse of her.

This thought clenched around his heart painfully.

He found it a hard pill to swallow.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll pick up something from the canteen.”

Sabrina’s voice sliced through Tyrone’s thoughts.

Slowly opening his eyes, he responded, “Anything’s fine. I’m not particularly hungry at the

moment.”

“Alright.”

Sabrina grabbed her phone and exited the room.

Around twenty minutes later, she returned with dinner, carrying a lot of food.

Unloading her purchases onto the table, she queried, “What do you want to eat?”