Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter 688

Chapter 688

As Sabrina struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over, Tyrone could only offer afeeble apology. But apologies seemed meaningless in the face of the pain and heartbreak that he hadcaused.

If Tyrone had realized his love for Sabrina sooner, he could have spared her so much suffering. Thenhe wouldn’t have let Galilea return or asked for a divorce. Sabrina wouldn’t have felt the need to hideher pregnancy from him.

Tyrone would have protected her and their unborn child with every fiber of his being. Like a lovingcouple, he would’ve accompanied her to every doctor’s appointment and had his men watch over herday and night. He would have protected her from Evie and never let her suffer any grievances. Hisgrandfather might have lived longer, and their family could have been whole.

He had triggered everything that unfolded.

He had ruined their marriage and caused their baby’s death.

Sabrina would never forgive him, and he knew it.

The weight of his guilt and regret threatened to crush him, but he held on to a glimmer of hope that theycould still salvage something from the wreckage of their relationship.

If he could go back and change the past, he would. But the reality was irreversible, yet he couldn’taccept it.

Did they have any hope Left for reconciliation?

Tyrone let out a deep breath and started the car in silence. The weight of his emotions was palpable inthe air.

The car glided over the black and yellow speed bumps, seamlessly merging into the bustling flow oftraffic.

Inside the vehicle, a thick silence hung heavy, punctuated only by the distant wail of a siren and theambient noise of the city.

After what felt Like an eternity, the car parked at the entrance of a pet hospital.

Tyrone released his seat belt. “Let’s go. Bun’s inside.”

Though composed, Sabrina remained distant and unwilling to engage with Tyrone.

She unfastened her seat belt, opened the car door, and stepped onto the pavement. With a determinedstride, she followed Tyrone into the pet hospital.

The receptionist, recognizing Tyrone, rose from her seat with a respectful nod. “Mr. Blakely, are youhere to pick up Bun? Please follow me.”

As she spoke, her eyes briefly flickered towards Sabrina, unable to place her face.

Sabrina wasn’t a public figure. She maintained a reserved online presence, rarely engaging on socialmedia. Consequently, there weren’t many photos of her on the internet.

The receptionist didn’t recognize her and assumed she was Tyrone’s new girlfriend.

She carefully retrieved Bun from a cage. The kitten wore an E-collar to prevent her from licking herwound. As the receptionist moved to place the kitten into the carrier backpack, Sabrina steppedforward. “I’ll take care of the cat.”

The receptionist hesitated. “Miss, you should know that Bun’s ringworm is contagious.”