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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 200
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She hadn't been in the hospital yesterday or this morning.

At this moment, she was grateful for the privacy of the hospital, with the nurses not entering patient's rooms on a whim.

“Tell her to go,” Tyrone instructed, lifting his head.

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Biting down hard, Sabrina took a deep breath and managed, “I'm a bit tied up at the moment. Please return later.” “Alright. I'LL visit again later.” With the nurse’s departure, Sabrina breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, she came.

Silence took over the room for a while, and a blush painted her face.

Tyrone’s lips curled into a slight smile. He wiped his face, grabbed a damp tissue from the table to clean up, then retreated to the bathroom to freshen up again.

Emerging from the bathroom, he found Sabrina lazily leaning on the sofa, a satisfied expression on her face. “You can leave now. | plan to sleep.” Her voice held a harsh note.

A frown creased Tyrone's forehead as he replied, “Alright, sleep

well.” Slowly, he walked out, closing the door behind him.

Gazing at the shut door, Sabrina sighed with relief. After a moment of resting her eyes on the sofa, she rang for the nurse.

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@ Sabrina’s vision was nearly back to normal, eliminating the necessity for her to stay in the hospital.

As dawn broke on the subsequent day, Sabrina, post-breakfast, completed the paperwork for discharge and rang up the driver to fetch her things She then made her way to the ward where Cesar was staying.

The ward was enveloped in an eerie silence.

Cesar was positioned on the bed and Wanda on the couch, both ignoring the existence of the other.

An odd tension filled the room as Sabrina walked in.

Sabrina surveyed the duo before inquiring, “Did you guys have your breakfast?” “Yes.” “Yes.”

Their answers echoed simultaneously.

“What's the matter? Did you guys quarrel?” she asked.