Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter 513

Chapter 513

Sabrina scoffed in disbelief at Tyrone’s words. “Are you still protecting her? What? Worried I might takeher life?”

Sabrina refused to trust Tyrone’s claims, resolute in her decision to leave.

Tyrone wrapped his arms around her. “Calm down!”

Her anger surging, Sabrina fought back, tears streaming down her face.

She was determined to unravel the truth of the situation.

Through her sobs, she uttered, “I’m perfectly calm! It’s you, Tyrone, whose judgment has been cloudedby Galilea! So blinded by affection that you’re neglecting Grandpa’s death? Your excuse should havebeen more convincing. With your influence and connections, how could you not locate her?”

Without a word, Tyrone tightly gripped her hands and hoisted her upstairs.

Overpowered by Tyrone’s strength, Sabrina wept in frustration as he effortlessly carried her up. In herrage, she bit his neck hard enough to draw blood. “Tyrone Blakely! How can you be so heartless? Putme down! Grandpa spoiled you, yet you’re protecting his murderer.

Put me down. I want to see her! I want to ask her! Release me! You have no right to confine me! I wanta divorce!” @

Tyrone remained silent. He carried her into their bedroom, laying her on the bed.

Immediately, Sabrina attempted to escape, only to be pinned down by Tyrone once more.

He whispered into her ear, “Sabrina! You’re not in your right mind.

Calm down, and we can discuss this later.”

“I am calm! I want to leave, and you can’t stop me.”

“Where do you intend to go?” Upon hearing of her intention to leave,

Tyrone’s heart pounded, and his expression darkened.

“That’s none of your concern!”

Without a word, Tyrone rose and exited the master bedroom, his face clouded with worry.

Sabrina attempted to follow, but was blocked by the closed door.

She pulled the door handle in vain, then pounded on the door in anger, yelling, “Tyrone, let me out! Youbastard!”

With a loud click, the door was locked from the outside.

Enraged and tearful, Sabrina kicked the door forcefully, pleading, “Tyrone, unlock the door! Lead me toGalilea! Don’t force me to despise you!”

From the other side of the door, Tyrone replied, “Sabrina, you’re too upset right now. I can’t releaseyou. I assure you, I haven’t lied. I truly don’t know Galilea’s location. When I locate her, you’ll be thefirst to know. Please, get some rest.”

With that, he turned and descended the stairs.