Scars Of A Broken Bond

Chapter 86

Chapter: 86

“Tyrone, how may I assist you?” Cesar seemed happy.

“Was it you who requested the public clarification?”

“Yes. I’ve stepped away from company affairs since you took over Blakely Group. But this was a different matter and I had to intervene.

Look what you’ve done! You skip breakfast only to meet Galilea Clifford? Do you disregard my words entirely? How could you betray Sabrina this way?

If you didn’t plan on being a devoted husband to her, you shouldn’t have married her. I arranged your marriage to her so you could bring her happiness. How am I supposed to face Sabrina now?”

Tyrone was silent for a moment before responding, “I assure you it won’t happen again. But I hope you can consult with me before making such decisions in the future.”

Upon Sabrina’s awakening, the housekeeper prepared her breakfast.

After breakfast, it was already ten, and there was no way she could get to work on time. So, she decided to stay, keeping Cesar and Wanda company, and joined them for lunch,

As she was about to leave, Wanda handed her an invitation. “This is for a charity dinner, and it’s addressed to me. I’ve lost interest in such gatherings. You can attend with Tyrone. I’ll let him know.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Sabrina could tell that Cesar and Wanda were attempting to mend things between her and Tyrone.

But they were oblivious to the fact that she had already signed the divorce papers.

“Grandma, I’ve never attended a formal dinner party. I’m nervous…

“It’s alright. Tyrone will be there to guide you. Nothing will go wrong. Sabrina, you need to make an effort for him.” Wanda reassured her with a pat on her hand.

Bolstered by Wanda’s encouragement, Sabrina nodded.

Upon leaving the house, Sabrina made her way to the company.

Exiting the elevator, she was en route to her office when she encountered Tyrone’s secretary.

“Ms. Chavez, Mr. Blakely requested you meet him upon your arrival,” relayed the secretary.

“Understood.”

Sabrina then headed to the CEO’s office. After knocking and receiving permission, she queried, “Mr. Blakely, how may I assist you?”

Seated at his desk, Tyrone Looked up at her. “You just left Grandpa’s place?”

“Yes.”

“I requested your presence because there’s something I need to ask you.

I trust you’ll be honest with me.”

“Go ahead.”