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Chapter: 564
Countless cigarette butts littered the floor.
With a sigh, Kylan opened a window to let in fresh air.
After a brief moment of silence, he slowly approached Tyrone and asked, “Mr. Blakely,
would you like me to arrange a different ward for you?
I’1l have someone tidy up this one.”
After what felt Like an eternity, Tyrone closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, “Alright.”
Noticing that Tyrone no longer mentioned leaving the hospital, Kylan felt a wave of relief
wash over him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe feared that if Tyrone insisted on leaving the hospital, it might be too much for him to
handle.
Kylan felt empathy towards Tyrone.
He had reviewed the surveillance video while assisting Tyrone with the car accident.
If it wasn’t for Sabrina, Tyrone wouldn’t have suffered such severe injuries. But now, he
was faced with this revelation.
How bizarre!
Minutes later, Kylan returned to the room, addressing Tyrone, “Mr. Blakely, you should
proceed to the next ward. The room will be tidied up shortly.”
“Understood.”
Tyrone gradually blinked his eyes open.
His eyes bore the red streaks of sleep deprivation.
Devoid of sleep, his double eyelids were more pronounced, giving him a distinct edge of
irritation.
Rising to his feet, he maneuvered around the items scattered on the floor, making his way
to the next room.
Kylan, tailing him, filled a glass with water and positioned it on the table before Tyrone.
“How may I assist you further?”
He had no faith in the idea that Tyrone would remain passive after absorbing the news.
Tyrone sank into the sofa, crossing his legs and slouching lazily against its backrest. His
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthumb and forefinger massaged the space between his brows, revealing the gleaming
metallic watch strapped around his wrist.
Lifting the glass, he took a slow sip, before saying in a low voice, “Arrange for someone to
look into Sabrina’s past, specifically during her years studying abroad. I need the details.”
After an entire night in the hospital ward, coupled with countless smokes, he had finally
collected his thoughts, and begun to analyze the irregularities of the situation.
Initially, he was skeptical. It was clear that Sabrina was inexperienced with pregnancy. If
she had indeed birthed a child previously, she would have exhibited some level of
familiarity.
Next, if she truly had another child, where was that child now?