Scars Of A Broken Bond

Chapter 26

Chapter: 26

As her workday came to a close, Tyrone sent Sabrina a text. “Are you done with your work? Once you’re finished, meet me in the parking lot.

Her reply was a simple, “Soon.”

She found Tyrone’s car in the parking lot, opened the back door, and got in.

The driver started the car.

The car began to move.

With a sidelong glance at Sabrina, Tyrone said impassively, “Grandma’s insistence on us returning must be because of the news. I’1l find an opportunity to tell them about the divorce.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

A pang of pain shot through Sabrina’s heart. She simply nodded and redirected her gaze to the streets swiftly passing by outside the window.

Tyrone appeared visibly rushed, indicating that he must have been waiting for this day for ages.

The housekeeper welcomed Tyrone and Sabrina with a smile, “Mr. Blakely, your grandma is preoccupied in the kitchen. Kindly settle down in the meantime.”

Once this message was delivered, the housekeeper promptly set off to prepare a refreshing pot of coffee accompanied by a platter of fruit.

Wanda Blakely, Tyrone’s grandma, hailed from humble beginnings. Despite her wealthy lifestyle, she remained a warm-hearted elderly woman who found joy in cooking and knitting.

Even amid the occasional feuds among the Blakely progeny, their reverence for Wanda was unanimous.

While slipping off her shoes, Sabrina asked, “Where might Grandpa be?”

Pointing to the upper floor, the housekeeper replied, “He is taking a rest. Lately, his health has been steadily deteriorating.”

A wave of concern washed over both Sabrina and Tyrone.

The Blakely empire had its roots in the efforts of Tyrone’s great-grandfather, and Tyrone’s grandfather, Cesar Blakely, sustained it. Unfortunately, the strain of his work took a toll on his health when he was younger. As he aged, his health continued to falter, worsened by a liver transplant and a regimen of continuous medication.

“What’s the word from Lynch?” Tyrone queried.

Lynch was the director of Healthwell Hospital and also Cesar’s private doctor.

“He’s doing all he can.”

At this, Tyrone nodded in grave acceptance.

Sabrina made her way to the kitchen to lend a hand to Wanda.

“Sabrina, you should be relaxing on the sofa. There’s no need for you to assist me. I’ve got everything under control,” insisted Wanda.

With a shrug, Sabrina replied, “I’d rather help out than sit idle.”

Wanda cast a disapproving glance at her and retorted, “You’re saying you’ve got nothing else to do? You could be outside, conversing with Tyrone.”