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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 521
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Chapter: 521

Despite being alone now, she had to move on.

“I understand. You can leave now.”

“Do you really get what I said?”

“Yes. Don’t worry. I will eat. Thanks for visiting,” Sabrina replied softly.

Bradley could see she didn’t want to continue the conversation.

Her willingness to eat was a good sign.

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“Alright, I’LL come again.”

Outside the ward, Tyrone was watching. He’d observed Bradley sitting and talking to

Sabrina.

He’d seen Sabrina open her eyes and respond.

Bradley rose and the room, casting a scornful look at Tyrone before leaving.

Then, Tyrone saw Sabrina sit up and start eating.

He felt a mixed sense of relief and jealousy.

Did she truly have such deep feelings for Bradley?

A few words from him, and she started eating.

Unexpectedly, Sabrina set the soup bowl aside, abruptly sprung from her quilt-covered

bed, and began retching into a trash can.

Observing this, Tyrone hastened into the room, moved swiftly to her side, and soothingly

rubbed her back.

The soup she had just tasted ended up being spat out.

After vomiting, Sabrina attempted to head for the bathroom to freshen up. Tyrone,

however, swept her up in his arms and gently placed her back onto the bed, commanding,

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“Stay put.”

He swiftly fetched a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table before fetching the

bin.

Sabrina, not offering him a glance, rinsed her mouth with the water and spat it into the

bin. She then continued her interrupted meal.

Silently, Tyrone observed her from a safe distance.

However, he didn’t anticipate that after a while, she would be retching again, tears welling

in the corners of her eyes.

Tyrone rushed to her side once more. With a frown, he comforted her with soothing pats

on her back and distanced the soup. “Stop eating. I’ll get the doctor.”

Tyrone left briefly and swiftly returned, accompanied by a doctor.