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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 579
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Chapter: 579

Bun took hold of Tyrone’s finger and sunk its small teeth into it, yet it brought more

laughter than pain.

Tyrone closed his eyes, reflecting on Kylan’s revelations. A startling hypothesis emerged.

Sabrina might be oblivious to the fact that she had given birth to a child.

Or, perhaps some circumstances had caused her to forget about her time studying

overseas.

Hence, she never spoke of her international studies, acting as though it never occurred.

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Therefore, she maintained a cold front towards the friend she’d made during her time

abroad.

That could be why she abandoned the child and chose to marry him. It was because she

was ignorant of the child’s existence.

This also shed light on her unfamiliarity with her current pregnancy.

Tyrone rubbed his temples; the realization that Sabrina had not intentionally concealed

anything from him providing a hint of relief.

Yet the question remained. Who was the man?

His instinct argued it wasn’t either of the men Kylan had mentioned.

Who had managed to scrub all the records and traces?

Was it that man?

Where was the child currently?

How could Sabrina have forgotten about her time studying overseas?

However, it would be best if she never remembered.

As for the child, he’d conduct a secret search.

If the child had passed, it would be for the best.

If still alive, he’d ensure the child remained overseas, never to cross paths with Sabrina.

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His train of thought was disrupted by a string of incoming messages.

He saw several pictures sent by Damon.

Tyrone clicked on one randomly.

A snapshot captured at a ski resort, shimmering under the sunlight. Two figures in ski gear

stood at a distance, clearly a man and a woman in a close stance, the man’s hands resting

on the woman’s waist.

Damon wouldn’t have sent this without a reason. Tyrone was already forming an idea of

who the woman might be.

His forehead pulsed with tension.