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Three years of marriage, and all she got from him was the word &quot;sorry.&quot;<br /> &quot;Sabrina, let&#039;s divorce.&quot; Rising, Tyrone fetched the document from the sofa, extending it to her. <br /> Her heart felt clenched, making breathing arduous. <br /> They had been married for three years. Her love for him had only grown stronger.<br /> Yet, for him, the marriage was far from perfect.<br /> &quot;And what if I am—&quot; She wanted to tell him she was pregnant.<br /> Impatient, he cut her off. &quot;Galilea&#039;s returned.&quot;<br /> The words felt like a brutal stab to Sabrina&#039;s heart.<br /> Forced to marry? No love? Those were just excuses.<br /> His concluding sentence revealed the true reason behind his decision. Galilea Clifford had returned.<br /> Was it Galilea&#039;s voice she heard over the phone the day before? Had they been in touch already? Had they spent an entire month together when he was supposedly away on a business trip?<br /> As these thoughts whirled in her mind, Sabrina felt her heart plunge into an abyss of despair. Tyrone had shattered her heart.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t worry, Sabrina. Even after we divorce, I&#039;ll regard you as my sister, my family.&quot;<br /> Sister? They had been married and slept in the same bed for three years. In the end, he said he saw her as his sister?<br /> There was no need to tell him that she was pregnant.<br /> From now on, they were nothing more than two strangers.<br /> After divorce, the once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, &quot;Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don&#039;t divorce me. I promise to change.&quot;<br /> &quot;In your dreams&quot;<br /> ————————<br /> &quot;Ma&#039;am, our examination indicates that your uterine wall is unusually thin, making the fetus&#039;s position precarious. It&#039;s essential to exercise caution with your diet and physical activities,&quot; the doctor explained, holding out a piece of paper to Sabrina Chavez. &quot;Here, take this. Go get the medicine.&quot;<br /> &quot;Understood, doctor,&quot; Sabrina responded, carefully taking the prescription from the doctor.<br /> The doctor emphasized, &quot;Make sure to take good care of yourself. This is a serious matter.&quot; A thin uterine wall can increase the risk of miscarriage. It is unfortunate that many women who experience a miscarriage face difficulty conceiving again.<br /> &quot;Thank you, doctor. I&#039;ll take care of myself,&quot; Sabrina assured him, a resolute smile playing on her lips.<br /> Having been married for three years, she had eagerly anticipated this baby for the same duration, and she was determined to do everything in her power to protect it.<br /> Leaving the doctor&#039;s office, Sabrina picked up her medicine and headed back to her car.<br /> The driver initiated the car&#039;s engine and glanced at her through the rearview mirror. &quot;Ma&#039;am, Mr. Blakely&#039;s flight is scheduled to arrive at three o&#039;clock in the afternoon. We still have twenty minutes remaining. Should we proceed to the airport now?&quot;<br /> &quot;Yes, let&#039;s do that.&quot;<br /> The thought of reuniting with her husband in just a few minutes warmed Sabrina&#039;s heart, prompting a smile.<br /> Her husband, Tyrone Blakely, had been away on business for nearly a month. She missed him very much.<br /> During the drive, she found herself repeatedly reviewing the pregnancy report, her hand gently resting on her belly.<br /> In just eight months, she and Tyrone would welcome their precious baby into the world.<br /> She was eager to share the joyous news with him immediately.<br /> Once they reached the airport, the driver strategically parked the car. &quot;Are you going to call Mr. Blakely now?&quot;<br /> Checking her watch, Sabrina tried calling Tyrone, but the call went unanswered.<br /> &quot;His flight must be delayed. Let&#039;s wait a bit longer,&quot; Sabrina suggested.<br /> Despite a lengthy wait, Tyrone was nowhere to be seen.<br /> Another call, another attempt, but again, no response.<br /> &quot;Let&#039;s keep waiting.&quot;<br /> Flight delays were a common occurrence, sometimes even stretching to a couple of hours.<br /> Two hours later, Sabrina called Tyrone again. The phone was quickly picked up. &quot;Tyrone, have you landed?&quot;<br /> There was an unexpected silence, followed by an unfamiliar female voice. &quot;I&#039;m sorry. Tyrone is in the restroom. He will call you back later.&quot;<br /> Before Sabrina could reply, the call was abruptly ended.<br /> She stared at her phone in confusion.<br /> As far as she knew, Tyrone didn&#039;t have a female assistant with him on this trip.<br /> Staring at the blank screen, Sabrina anxiously awaited Tyrone&#039;s call.<br /> Soon, ten minutes elapsed.<br /> Tyrone didn&#039;t call her back.<br /> Five minutes later, Sabrina called him again.<br /> After a lengthy wait, the phone was finally answered, and a familiar male voice greeted her. &quot;Sabrina?&quot;<br /> &quot;Tyrone, where are you? We are waiting for you at the airport.&quot;<br /> There was a pause on the line. &quot;Sorry, I forgot to switch on my phone after landing. I&#039;ve already left the airport.&quot;<br /> Sabrina&#039;s joy faded instantly. &quot;Then...I&#039;ll wait for you at home. There&#039;s something I need to discuss with you.&quot;<br /> &quot;Same here. I have something to discuss too.&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;ll ask the cook to prepare your favorite dishes for dinner.&quot;<br /> &quot;Eat without me. I have some other commitments. I&#039;ll be home later.&quot;<br /> Trying to hide her disappointment, Sabrina agreed. &quot;Alright.&quot;<br /> As she was about to end the call, the woman&#039;s voice could be heard again. &quot;Tyrone, I&#039;m sorry. I forgot to inform you that Sabrina called.&quot;<br /> Sabrina&#039;s heart skipped a beat, and a frown creased her forehead. Just as she was about to ask Tyrone about the woman on the phone, the call abruptly ended.<br /> Gazing at the phone screen, Sabrina pursed her lips in disappointment. She turned to the driver and said, &quot;Let&#039;s head back home.&quot;<br /> The driver, sensing her distress, drove her back home.<br /> Despite the turmoil, Sabrina forced herself to eat for the sake of her unborn baby.<br /> The TV was on in the living room.<br /> She sat on the sofa with a cushion in her arms and looked at her watch frequently. She was not in the mood to watch what was on TV at all.<br /> By ten o&#039;clock, fatigue had overtaken her, and she drifted off to sleep.<br /> Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted.<br /> Half-awake, Sabrina detected a familiar scent mixed with a hint of spirits. &quot;Tyrone?&quot; she murmured.<br /> &quot;It&#039;s me,&quot; Tyrone replied.<br /> &quot;Did you drink?&quot; Sabrina asked.<br /> &quot;I drank a little with my friend.&quot;<br /> The muffled sound of water cascading down in the bathroom filled the room. Sabrina grimaced; her rest disturbed.<br /> Someone slid into the bed.<br /> A hand landed on her waist, its path trailing a prickly sensation on her skin.<br /> &quot;Uhm... Not tonight...&quot; Eyes shut, Sabrina sleepily brushed his hand away.<br /> Deep within, she feared causing harm to their unborn child.<br /> His hand halted, settling on her back. &quot;Go to sleep.&quot;<br /> Sabrina&#039;s sleepiness seized her and tenderly whisked her away into a peaceful slumber.<br /> When morning arrived and Sabrina opened her eyes, she discovered an empty space beside her in the bed. Only the faintly crumpled sheets remained as evidence of his return home last night.<br /> A hint of annoyance crept in. Why had she given in to sleep so soon?<br /> It didn&#039;t matter, though. She could still share the news with him later.<br /> Once done with her morning hygiene routine, Sabrina navigated to the wardrobe, selecting a white suit for Tyrone. Considering the joyful news of her pregnancy, she opted for a red-striped tie, neatly placed on the bed.<br /> Tyrone was back from his morning jog, lounging on the sofa in his pajamas. Noticing Sabrina descending the stairs, he dropped the papers in hand and suggested, &quot;Time for breakfast.&quot;<br /> After breakfast, Sabrina mustered up the courage, her voice filled with hope and happiness. &quot;Tyrone, I&#039;ve got news to share.&quot;<br /> Surely, the announcement of a baby would bring joy, wouldn&#039;t it?<br /> &quot;I&#039;ve got something to share as well,&quot; Tyrone confessed.<br /> &quot;Alright, you first.&quot; Her warm and sweet smile carried a subtle touch of bashfulness.<br /> &quot;Sabrina, let&#039;s divorce.&quot; Rising, Tyrone fetched the document from the sofa, extending it to her. &quot;This is our divorce agreement. Take your time with it. Should there be any queries or requirements, let me know.&quot;<br /> Sabrina&#039;s heart skipped a beat as she regarded Tyrone with a stunned expression.<br /> Momentarily, her mind went blank, doubting her own ears.<br /> Time seemed to stretch before she managed to stammer, &quot;Divorce?&quot;<br /> He was suggesting a divorce?<br /> What prompted him to consider divorce so abruptly?<br /> She was caught off guard.<br /> &quot;We were both set up that night. We were forced to get married and we didn&#039;t make the marriage public. Since there is no love between the two of us, we&#039;d better end it,&quot; Tyrone explained casually, as if discussing mundane chores.<br /> Sabrina&#039;s face drained of color.<br /> Her heart felt clenched, making breathing arduous.<br /> It couldn&#039;t be.<br /> She had loved him for nine years.<br /> She had joined the Blakely family and fallen in love with him at the age of sixteen.<br /> They had been married for three years. Her love for him had only grown stronger.<br /> She wanted this marriage; it wasn&#039;t forced upon her.<br /> Yet, for him, the marriage was far from perfect.<br /> Struggling to swallow the lump in her throat, she steadied her breath. Looking straight at him, she attempted to keep her voice steady. &quot;Have the last three years not been good? Are you certain you want to divorce me?&quot; Her heart ached as she uttered those words.<br /> &quot;I&#039;ve made my decision.&quot;<br /> &quot;But your grandparents...&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;ll handle them.&quot;<br /> &quot;And what if I am—&quot; She wanted to tell him she was pregnant.<br /> Impatient, he cut her off. &quot;Galilea&#039;s returned.&quot;<br /> The words felt like a brutal stab to Sabrina&#039;s heart.<br /> She accepted the divorce agreement in a daze and said, &quot;Alright. I will look at this.&quot;<br /> Forced to marry? No love? Those were just excuses.<br /> His concluding sentence revealed the true reason behind his decision.<br /> Galilea Clifford had returned.<br /> Over the past three years, even though Sabrina and Tyrone hadn&#039;t publicly acknowledged their marriage, they lived together just like an ordinary married couple.<br /> Each morning, she would carefully choose his suit and tie, after which they&#039;d embark on their shared journey to work.<br /> In the evening, during his business gatherings, he would take time out to call her and share the happenings of his day.<br /> Nightly, they found solace in each other&#039;s arms, sometimes sharing intimate showers, and always sealing the night with a tender peck before sleep.<br /> On notable occasions such as their anniversary, Valentine&#039;s Day, and her birthday, he&#039;d present her with thoughtful gifts.<br /> He was always eager to meet her desires, regardless of what they were.<br /> He was a man of romance.<br /> He&#039;d fulfilled all the duties expected of an ideal spouse.<br /> Indeed, even she had been swept away by this joyous wave, convinced her days would always be filled with such happiness.<br /> But then, Galilea reemerged.<br /> And with that, Sabrina could feel the impending end to their joyous marriage.<br /> Was it Galilea&#039;s voice she heard over the phone the day before?<br /> Had they been in touch already?<br /> Had they spent an entire month together when he was supposedly away on a business trip?<br /> Did they return to the country in each other&#039;s company?<br /> Did he spend the previous night with her?<br /> As these thoughts whirled in her mind, Sabrina felt her heart plunge into an abyss of despair. Tyrone had shattered her heart.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t worry, Sabrina. Even after we divorce, I&#039;ll regard you as my sister, my family.&quot;<br /> Sister?<br /> They had been married and slept in the same bed for three years. In the end, he said he saw her as his sister?<br /> How could she accept that?<br /> &quot;We&#039;ll revisit this later.&quot; With a mocking smile painted on her face, Sabrina averted her gaze.<br /> Tyrone adjusted his collar, meeting her with a deep, intense look. &quot;By the way, what was it you were about to tell me?&quot;<br /> Sabrina casually flipped through the divorce agreement in her hand, a faint smile gracing her face. &quot;Never mind. The designs for the upcoming season&#039;s clothing have been released. I was hoping to discuss an idea with you, but I&#039;ve managed to come up with something on my own now.&quot;<br /> There was no need to tell him that she was pregnant.<br /> &quot;Alright, appreciate your diligence.&quot;<br /> Sabrina was the brand director of Blakely Group, and Tyrone had undeniable faith in her competence.<br /> She was a natural in this line of work. Any product she touched, be it jewelry, clothes, video games, or tech gadgets, skyrocketed to popularity.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m only doing my job. Now, if you&#039;ll excuse me, I need to get to work.&quot;<br /> Breathing in deeply, Sabrina composed herself and began to turn, striving to maintain a facade of calm.<br /> &quot;We&#039;ll go together.&quot; After his declaration, Tyrone headed upstairs to change.<br /> Sabrina halted, a lump formed in her throat and her eyes moistened.<br /> How could he remain so unperturbed, asking for a divorce, and then inviting her to commute together?<br /> His love for her was non-existent.<br /> &quot;It&#039;s alright. As we&#039;re headed for divorce, it&#039;s best you take care not to be seen with me.&quot;<br /> With that, Sabrina briskly made her exit.<br /> The fear of losing composure in Tyrone&#039;s presence propelled her.<br /> She simply couldn&#039;t let that happen.<br /> After that night, he&#039;d only agreed to marry her believing she would be no trouble and never lash out.<br /> She harbored guilt for the unborn child within her. A child destined to be fatherless.<br /> As she walked away, Tyrone&#039;s forehead creased in a frown.<br /> Reaching the garage, she opened the door of the driver&#039;s seat and climbed in. Instead of starting the engine, she opened Facebook.<br /> After some casual browsing, she stumbled upon something.<br /> Tyrone and most of his friends weren&#039;t fond of sharing things online, but there were a few exceptions among his social circle.<br /> Eddie Dawson was one of them.<br /> Sabrina came across a post of him at a dinner, the caption read, &quot;Welcome Galilea back to the country! A wedding&#039;s on the way!&quot;<br /> He had added a celebratory emoji at the end.<br /> The location showed the club they frequently hung out at.<br /> A drop of tear fell on the screen of her phone.<br /> Grasping her phone, Sabrina felt an overwhelming sorrow that stole her breath.<br /> It seemed Tyrone had whisked Galilea off to meet his friends the moment he stepped off the plane.<br /> Everyone knew his heart still belonged to her and wished them well.<br /> Yet Sabrina was left oblivious.<br /> For the past three years, only the Blakely family knew of their marriage.<br /> He rarely introduced her to his friends. Even during occasional encounters, everyone acquiesced that she was merely the adopted daughter of his parents.<br /> &quot;Mrs. Blakely?&quot;<br /> The driver found Sabrina in the garage, puzzled at her presence in her car.<br /> Sabrina swiftly wiped away her tears, ignoring his words, and promptly started the car, driving away.<br /> Sabrina wouldn&#039;t bring her emotions to work.<br /> At the moment, her only respite was burying herself in her job.<br /> She sent the plan to Tyrone&#039;s email.<br /> Promptly, he sent his customary curt response. &quot;Approved. Monitor the execution.&quot;<br /> Taking a brief moment, Sabrina typed back &quot;Understood&quot; and promptly delegated the task.<br /> After a long day, Sabrina received a text from Tyrone. &quot;I&#039;m occupied this evening. Head home without me.&quot;<br /> She tightened her lips, feeling a sharp pain radiating from her heart. She typed &quot;Got it&quot; with her trembling fingers.<br /> In the past, perhaps due to her position as a senior manager in Blakely Group, he would always inform her about the people he was meeting.<br /> But these past couple of days, he had been dismissing her by saying he was busy.<br /> It turned out that he had been busy meeting Galilea.<br /> Tyrone sent her another text. &quot;I got you a gift on my business trip. It slipped my mind to hand it over. It&#039;s in my suitcase. Retrieve it once you&#039;re home.&quot;<br /> Sabrina replied with a simple, &quot;Alright.&quot;<br /> Seeing her short response, Tyrone felt an unfamiliar sting of irritation. He reclined in his chair and massaged his furrowed brows.<br /> &quot;Sir, Ms. Clifford has arrived,&quot; announced Kyson Miller, Tyrone&#039;s assistant, knocking on the door.<br /> Upon leaving the office, Sabrina overheard some chatter among the employees.<br /> &quot;Is the woman who visited Mr. Blakely his girlfriend? She&#039;s so hot!&quot;<br /> &quot;It&#039;s a shame that she has a mask on.&quot;<br /> &quot;Do you reckon she looks like Galilea Clifford?&quot;<br /> &quot;The movie stars? No way! Hasn&#039;t she been filming abroad?&quot;<br /> &quot;She and Mr. Blakely make quite the pair!&quot;<br /> &quot;Ms. Chavez!&quot; Someone spotted her and greeted her.<br /> The crowd stopped gossiping and greeted her. &quot;Ms. Chavez!&quot;<br /> With downcast eyes and in a dispassionate tone, Sabrina responded, &quot;It&#039;s off duty. You can continue.&quot;<br /> With that, she quickened her pace, each step steady yet fraught with urgency. Her eyes bore the red tinge of withheld tears, her heart throbbing with pain.<br /> She needed to escape, for fear of confronting a heartbreaking spectacle.<br /> Had Galilea come to the company to meet him?<br /> They weren&#039;t divorced yet. Was he even aware that she was still in the company?<br /> The murmurs behind her resumed, though now focused on a different topic.<br /> &quot;Ms. Chavez is stunning. But she&#039;s so intimidating, just like Mr. Blakely. They really do resemble siblings.&quot;<br /> A newbie sounded astounded. &quot;Ms. Chavez is Mr. Blakely&#039;s sister?&quot;<br /> &quot;Humph! Adopted, more like. Her good-for-nothing father pressured Mr. Blakely&#039;s father into adopting her. How else could she have joined Blakely Group?&quot;<br /> &quot;Who told you that?&quot;<br /> &quot;A public relations department insider.&quot;<br /> &quot;To be fair, Ms. Chavez is quite pleasant.&quot;<br /> In the underground parking lot, Sabrina buckled her seat belt. Glancing up, she saw a couple.<br /> Tyrone, in the white suit she had selected for him that morning, looked dashing.<br /> Next to him stood a woman, donning a mask and a cap. She clasped his arm affectionately, engaged in conversation with him. Tyrone tilted his head slightly, attentively listening to her words, his expression gentle and serene.<br /> The woman playfully jostled his arm as they walked.<br /> Tyrone nodded with a gentle smile, seemingly saying &quot;Alright.&quot;<br /> Indeed, his first love had returned.<br /> The red tie he donned made Sabrina&#039;s heart ache.<br /> She had picked it out in celebration of their baby on the way.<br /> But now he wore it on a date with his first love.<br /> Sabrina was choked with emotion, tears welled up in her eyes, a novel kind of sadness enveloping her heart.<br /> She had never witnessed such tenderness from Tyrone during their three years of marriage.<br /> She had often found solace in the thought that this was simply his nature.<br /> But the fabrications she fed herself were so believable that she fell prey to them.<br /> Now, she was witnessing his tenderness, but it was directed to another woman.<br /> Her car was within their sight, but he didn&#039;t recognize it as hers, let alone notice her within.<br /> &quot;Mrs. Blakely, you&#039;ve returned. What would you like for...&quot;<br /> The housekeeper halted mid-sentence, stunned by the tears on Sabrina&#039;s face. Sabrina rushed into the bedroom before the housekeeper could say another word.<br /> Sabrina pressed herself against the closed door, her throat tightened with emotion.<br /> The dam broke at the end of the day, tears blurring her vision and rolling down her cheeks after a long while.<br /> Her heart throbbed painfully. It was sheer agony.<br /> She was a child of divorce, and she keenly understood the challenges of growing up in a single-parent home. She didn&#039;t want that life for her own child.<br /> She yearned for her baby to have a joyful upbringing.<br /> But who could guide her in this predicament?<br /> After a considerable amount of time, the housekeeper gently knocked on the bedroom door. &quot;Mrs. Blakely, it&#039;s time for dinner.&quot;<br /> After a while, she said &quot;Okay&quot; and went to the bathroom to wash her face.<br /> Once outside, she remembered the message from Tyrone.<br /> He mentioned bringing a present back from his business trip.<br /> What could the gift be?<br /> She found his luggage and opened it.<br /> It was a record signed by her favorite singer.<br /> It wasn&#039;t an item of gold or a piece of jewelry.<br /> Sabrina clutched the record to her chest.<br /> A glimmer of warmth spread within her.<br /> At least he remembered her preferences and thought to bring her a gift.<br /> She didn&#039;t fail as miserably, did she?<br /> When she woke up in a disoriented state the next morning, Sabrina discovered an empty space beside her, devoid of anyone&#039;s presence.<br /> She sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.<br /> He must have spent the night with Galilea.<br /> She should have expected this.<br /> But why did she still feel empty inside?<br /> The bedroom door swung open with a click. Tyrone entered to find Sabrina pale and distant, sitting on the bed. He sat next to her, his long legs dangling over the edge, asking, &quot;Sabrina, are you unwell?&quot;<br /> Caught off guard, Sabrina felt a twinge of happiness at the sight of him. She got up from the bed. &quot;No.&quot;<br /> &quot;What happened? Tell me.&quot;<br /> Tell him?<br /> Should she confide in him? That she was against the idea of divorce?<br /> The gift and the fact that he didn&#039;t spend the night with Galilea, could they be signs that he harbored feelings for her?<br /> Would he consent to not pursuing a divorce if she proposed the idea?<br /> As Sabrina was about to speak, Tyrone cut her off. &quot;Even after our divorce, I will remain your brother. Feel free to share anything with me.&quot;<br /> His words lodged in Sabrina&#039;s throat, leaving her speechless.<br /> After a long pause, she turned to Tyrone, forcing a smile. &quot;I&#039;m fine, really. Go ahead downstairs. I&#039;ll join you after freshening up.&quot;<br /> Tyrone loosened his collar, lips pursed, studying Sabrina. &quot;We aren&#039;t divorced yet, Sabrina. Are you intending to create distance between us even before it&#039;s official?&quot;<br /> Sabrina forced a smile, swallowing her sorrow, and shook her head. &quot;No.&quot;<br /> Tyrone frowned. &quot;If you don&#039;t wish to talk, I won&#039;t pressure you. I need to head to the office.&quot;<br /> With that, he strode out of the room, not looking back.<br /> The door closed, leaving Sabrina alone. Her smile faded.<br /> What was he upset about?<br /> Was his impatience towards her mounting because Galilea was back?<br /> Sabrina wore her smile like a mask, an ugly facade.<br /> At Blakely Group<br /> The assistant burst into the room. &quot;Ms. Chavez, Darlene&#039;s agent is on the line.&quot;<br /> Darlene Ortiz, a popular actress, took on the role of spokesperson for the new seasonal styles of Blakely Group&#039;s MQ Clothing brand.<br /> Her youthful and beautiful image had garnered recognition from the public, making her a perfect fit for the theme of this season&#039;s new styles.<br /> &quot;What&#039;s the issue?&quot;<br /> &quot;She refused to disclose anything, insisting on speaking with you.&quot;<br /> Sabrina took the phone. &quot;Hello, Cathie?&quot;<br /> Upon hearing Sabrina&#039;s voice, Cathie, Darlene&#039;s agent, responded angrily, &quot;Ms. Chavez, if you believe that Darlene isn&#039;t suitable for Blakely Group, just say so. We don&#039;t have to collaborate with you. We&#039;ve turned down another spokesperson offers, and now you want to replace Darlene with someone else? Do you take us for granted? You owe us an explanation for this!&quot;<br /> &quot;First, let&#039;s cool down, Cathie. The choice for the spokesperson is Darlene. Why would we even think of replacing her?&quot; Sabrina asked in confusion.<br /> &quot;What? Are you unaware that the director of your public relations department personally notified me of Darlene&#039;s replacement?&quot;<br /> After a brief moment of silence, Sabrina responded, &quot;I will promptly address this matter and provide you with an explanation.&quot;<br /> After ending the call, Sabrina rose from her seat with a somber expression and headed to the public relations department. The sound of her high heels resonated on the floor as she walked.<br /> Evelyn Garrett, the director of the public relations department, had been a thorn in her side for the last three years.<br /> Seeing Sabrina&#039;s departure, an employee whispered, &quot;This should be interesting. There&#039;s always been tension between Evelyn and Sabrina.&quot;<br /> Sabrina stormed into Evelyn&#039;s office. &quot;Why has Darlene been replaced as the spokesperson?&quot;<br /> Evelyn, unfazed by Sabrina&#039;s arrival, sauntered over with crossed arms. &quot;Why so angry? Let&#039;s sit and talk.&quot;<br /> &quot;No need for pleasantries. Mr. Blakely has passed the cooperation. What business is it of yours to meddle with MQ Clothing&#039;s affairs?&quot;<br /> Retorting, Evelyn spat, &quot;Why shouldn&#039;t I interfere? Who are you to yell at me? If it weren&#039;t for your deceased father, you wouldn&#039;t even be the brand director of MQ Clothing. Take a good look at yourself!&quot;<br /> Coldly, Sabrina responded, &quot;You&#039;re not in a position to judge me.&quot;<br /> She wouldn&#039;t let anyone slander her father.<br /> The employees had begun to divert their attention from their computers to the escalating argument.<br /> &quot;What? Did I hit a nerve? Weren&#039;t you the one who joined the company by sad fishing? You&#039;ve been ensnaring Mr. Blakely, haven&#039;t you?&quot;<br /> Evelyn scoffed.<br /> She had seen Sabrina exiting Tyrone&#039;s car and visiting his office frequently.<br /> Evelyn had discovered that Sabrina was adopted into the Blakely family simply due to her father&#039;s liver donation to Tyrone&#039;s grandfather.<br /> A hint of jealousy flickered in Evelyn&#039;s eyes as she remarked, &quot;What a shame. With Galilea&#039;s return, Mr. Blakely barely spares you a glance. If your short-lived father could see you now...&quot;<br /> Slap!<br /> The office fell silent.<br /> The employees exchanged wide-eyed looks.<br /> Evelyn, hand to her cheek, stared in shock at Sabrina. &quot;Sabrina! You struck me! Your father reaped what he sowed with a shameless daughter like you...&quot;<br /> &quot;If you can&#039;t respect others, I&#039;ll show you how it&#039;s done,&quot; Sabrina retorted frostily.<br /> She raised her hand once more, but the impending slap didn&#039;t land.<br /> Someone seized her wrist.<br /> Sabrina turned, trying to free herself. She froze upon recognizing the face. &quot;Mr. Blakely.&quot;

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