Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Yes, the downstairs bathroom’s out of order. It’s not fixed yet. You have to use the one upstairs,” Tyrone explained.

Wanda was taken aback. She couldn’t recall when the first-floor bathroom had broken. Why hadn’t she heard about it?

But sensing Tyrone’s apparent displeasure with Keilani and suspecting he might want a word with her alone, Wanda chose not to question it.

“Alright then,” Keilani muttered, reluctantly rising to make her way upstairs.

Once in the bathroom, Keilani lingered, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Tyrone’s behavior toward her swirled in her thoughts. A part of her wanted to give up. Yet, the thought of Sabrina reignited her resolve. Was Sabrina that good? Why was Tyrone so taken with Sabrina? In what ways was Sabrina better than her? The idea of conceding to Sabrina was unbearable.

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Admitting defeat would mean accepting that Sabrina was better than her. It was a notion Keilani couldn’t stomach. She resolved not to back down, her competitive spirits flaring.

Keilani kept cheering herself up. She took a moment to prepare, then, with a deep breath, she opened the door. But as soon as she did, a wave of nervousness washed over her.

Tyrone stood a distance away from the bathroom, his gaze fixed on Keilani with an intensity that felt like he could uncover any secret.

“You… Why are you here?” Keilani asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I came here for you,” Tyrone replied flatly.

Tyrone’s piercing gaze made Keilani’s heart racing. “What for?”

Keilani asked.

“I’m curious about what you’ve been planning lately,” Tyrone said, an eyebrow arching inquisitively. “You’ve been around me a lot.” Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Keilani blurted out without thinking, “I… I’m here to help you.”

“To help me?” Tyrone sounded surprised.

“Yes, you see, Sabrina… She’s only with you for your money. She’s not genuine…” Keilani tried to explain.

Tyrone cut her off with a knowing smile. “You’re familiar with Sabrina? How do you two know each other?”

Keilani, with a hint of desperation in her voice, said, “Sabrina once worked at Saleel Studio, taking my photos. She stole my necklace and got fired. If you doubt me, ask the studio’s boss!”

Tyrone remained silent, his expression unchanging.

Keilani continued, “Seeing you with Sabrina at the restaurant that day shocked me. I know her true colors. She aims for your wealth.

Don’t fall for her tricks!”

Tyrone didn’t buy Keilani’s story. He was convinced he knew Sabrina better than anyone.

Tyrone scoffed. “So, this is your way of helping me? Are you aware Sabrina donated all her assets to a charity foundation?”

Keilani grew even more agitated. “But weren’t those assets given to her by you and Cesar? They’re not truly hers. She’s just donating them to gain your trust. What matters more? A charity or being the wife of Blakely Group’s chairman?”