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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 76
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Chapter: 76

She tried it on and showcased it to Tyrone.

“Quite fitting for you. Let’s dig in. I’ve ordered your favorite dishes.”

“Thank you, Mr. Blakely.” Sabrina addressed him, seated across.

“Just us two here. No need for formalities.”

“But we’re still within the company.”

Loading some food onto her plate, Tyrone inquired, “How’s your ankle?

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Why didn’t you take a couple more days off?”

“The pain’s gone. Plus, being idle at home wasn’t much fun, so I returned to work.”

“I owe you an apology for doubting you last time,” Tyrone admitted, scrutinizing her

reaction

He should have placed more faith in her competence.

Apologies from him were rare.

After a moment of silence, Sabrina quietly dismissed it. “Let’s let bygones be bygones.

You’ve already apologized over the phone.”

“You mentioned feeling a bit drained last time, perhaps hiring more assistants could

help?”

Sabrina dismissed the suggestion with a shake of her head. “I have enough assistant for

now.”

“For now? What do you mean?”

“Nothing much.”

As days turned into weeks, her pregnancy was getting increasingly difficult to conceal.

Tyrone would not let her have the baby. And even if he did, there might be a custody

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battle.

Hence, she had to undergo the childbirth in secret, without anyone’s knowledge.

“If you need anything, feel free to reach out.”

At that, an idea sparked in Sabrina. Looking up at Tyrone, she voiced, “I do have a request,

though you might not be on board.”

“Your resignation isn’t something I can accept,” said Tyrone. jo, you’ve misunderstood,”

Sabrina denied.

“Go ahead then.”

“I want to regain full control of MQ Clothing’s public relations work, just as it used to be.

What do you think?”

Silently, Tyrone set aside his utensils, fixing her with a wordless stare.