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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 298
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Chapter: 298

A frown crept onto Tyrone’s face as he darted a glance at the Bluetooth speaker.

The device was playing back his earlier phone conversation with Carlson.

His office’s Bluetooth sound system must have synced up with his phone, and when Kylan

unintentionally triggered the playback while managing the call backups, this situation

ensued.

Tyrone eased into his chair, massaging his temples.

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The sound of Carlson’s chuckles permeated the office space.

About to silence the Bluetooth speaker, Tyrone was taken aback as the next call began to

play automatically.

“Hello.” The voice belonged to Galilea.

“It’s me, Sabrina. Where’s Tyrone?” It was Sabrina’s voice this time.

Tyrone, intending to mute the device, paused and let the conversation roll.

“Oh, Sabrina. Tyrone is cooking a meal for me right now,” Galilea announced. “And,

Sabrina, you should know that Tyrone is really good at cooking. When he was at university,

he frequently cooked for me.”

Tyrone’s face tightened, a slight furrow settling on his forehead.

There was an evident note of boastfulness in Galilea’s voice that irked him. He found it

hard to believe she could utter such words.

“Pass the phone to Tyrone. I need to ask him something.”

“What’s it about? I can relay your message,” Galilea responded, her voice laced with

provocation.

“TI need Tyron have a question for him and I’ll ask him directly!”

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Sabrina insisted. “And his phone records calls automatically. Unless you want me to let

Tyrone hear this conversation, hand him the phone now.”

A smile graced Tyrone’s lips at Sabrina’s clever tactic.

Following this, there was a prolonged silence of over ten seconds. Just as he thought the

recording was ending, the conversation resumed.

“Tyrone, Sabrina’s on the line.”

“Take it. I can’t pick up right now. What did she want to talk about?”

This time, it was Tyrone’s voice.

It struck him that Sabrina had been involved in a car accident on this day. When he visited

her in the hospital, she had requested him to cook for her.

Everything fell into place now.

“She didn’t mention anything specific when I asked.”