Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 97

Chapter: 97

And yet, no call or message from Tyrone.

Laying her phone aside, she felt a cold dread in her heart, accompanied by a bitter smile.

She had always known Tyrone’s heart wasn’t with her.

However, his smallest gestures, like bending down to tie her shoes, filled her with joy. ©

Now, disappointment was the prevalent emotion.

The sweetness she had felt was followed by a bitter aftertaste.

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Suddenly, her phone buzzed, startling her. She hastily picked it up.

“Tyrone?”

“Is this Sabrina Chavez? We’re calling from the police station…”

The unfamiliar voice was a letdown. “Oh. Hello.”

“We need to inform you. The staff at the party reported the incident to the police. We’ve

reviewed the security footage and detained the person who pushed you into the pool. Can

you come to the police station at your earliest convenience?”

“Sorry, I’m currently at the hospital. I’LL send my lawyer in my place.”

“Okay.”

After disconnecting the call, Sabrina requested Blakely Group’s Legal department to assign

the same lawyer to this case.

Before turning in for the night, Sabrina glanced at her phone, but there was no message

from Tyrone.

Her sleep was marred by disappointment and regret.

When Sabrina woke up the next day, her first instinct was to check her phone, but there

were still no messages or calls from Tyrone.

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She had no expectations from Tyrone now, but it still saddened her.

She left the hospital and headed straight to the office.

Her secretary was waiting for her. On seeing Sabrina emerge from the elevator, the

secretary hurried over. “Ms. Chavez, Mr. Blakely would like you to meet him in his office as

soon as you’re in.”

Sabrina mustered a smile and walked to the CEO’s office.

The last time, Tyrone had inquired whether she had informed his grandpa about his

relationship with Galilea. What could he want to discuss this time?

Standing before his desk, she asked, “Mr. Blakely, how may I assist you?”

Looking up, Tyrone noticed her change of clothes. Setting his documents aside, he leaned

back in his chair. “You’re back.”