Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 673
Tyrone’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice, his eyes wide with surprise. Leaning back, he inquired, “Sabrina, what did
you say?”
“Which pet hospital is Bun in? When it’s healthy, I’ll take it away,”
Sabrina repeated.
“Why ask me? I don’t know.” He moved his mouse and eyed the computer screen with great care, as if immersed in some critical
task.
Had Sabrina walked behind Tyrone, she would have discovered the desktop state on the screen.
If Sabrina had a clone and it arrived at the study beforehand, it would have known that Tyrone had been standing at the window,
watching her ever since she stepped out of the car. As soon as Sabrina walked into the living room, Tyrone swiftly took a seat
behind the desk and activated the computer, creating the illusion of being engrossed in his work.
After a short pause, Sabrina said, “Karen told me you took Bun to the pet hospital.”
“I had something urgent that day. Kylan took Bun,” Tyrone countered.
Sabrina sighed. “Okay, I’ll call Kylan. Thank you. Continue with your work.”
Having spoken those words, Sabrina stepped back twice, her hand gripping the doorknob with the intention of shutting the door
and making her exit.
“Wait!” Tyrone called out suddenly, halting her
“Anything else?” Sabrina asked.
Tyrone opened his mouth to speak, but his phone’s ring cut him off.
He motioned for Sabrina to wait and answered, “Hello, Karen’s been at the villa. You can come see the house anytime. We’ll talk
about the price later...”
Kylan asked in confusion, “What? Mr. Blakely? What are you talking about?”

“That’s all, goodbye.” With those words, Tyrone calmly ended the call and set the phone on the table, his gaze locked on
Sabrina’s face, watching for the faintest hint of emotion.
On the other end of the phone, Kylan’s confusion left him speechless.
Was Tyrone really considering selling the villa? Sabrina pondered the question, biting her Lip in silence.
It seemed he had decided to leave behind their three-year marriage.
He was going to marry Galilea.
This was what she had wanted, wasn’t it?
Hadn’t she herself considered selling the villa?