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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 898
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Chapter: 898

“I’m on my way. Just stay calm and try to make sense of the situation.”

The company had reserved rooms on the fourth floor, and whoever occupied room 0305

wasn’t from their firm.

Interestingly, the room allocated to Trevor by the company was 0405. It was quite

plausible that, in his inebriated state, Trevor mistakenly entered the wrong room.

Upon reaching Room 0305, Sabrina knocked on the door.

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After a couple of minutes, the door creaked open.

Trevor looked a mess, his clothes were in disarray and his face weary. A glimmer of relief

appeared in his eyes upon seeing Sabrina, similar to seeing a savior.

However, a shadow quickly crossed his face, as a grim realization set in.

“Sabrina… I just…” His voice was soft, dripping with despair.

Gently placing her hand on his shoulder, Sabrina reassured him, “It’s alright. Let’s head in

and sort this out.”

She could sense Trevor’s fear of her possibly ending things with him.

Yet, with unanswered questions about Zeke, how could she even think of ending things

with Trevor?

Moving inside, Sabrina shut the door behind her.

Although the room appeared neat, the scene by the bedside told a different story-clothes

scattered haphazardly, creating a mess.

A woman sat huddled at one corner of the bed, her face hidden by her knees as she wept

softly. The blanket draped around her, revealing pale shoulders and ams marred with red

streaks.

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“Hey, take a deep breath and try to stay calm. Now that it’s happened, we need to figure

out a solution. Do you wish to involve the police?” Sabrina asked.

A subtle shift crossed Trevor’s expression, and he tightened his fists.

His memories of the previous night were blurred, lost in a fog of alcohol.

Suddenly, the woman looked up, her face streaked with tears. “No, no; don’t call the

police.”

Sabrina’s eyebrows shot up in recognition. “Shirley?”

Gathering herself, Shirley’s voice trembled. “Just go. Trevor helped me once; I won’t

involve the police. Let’s just pretend this never happened.”

Although Sabrina had numerous questions bubbling inside, she chose to keep them to

herself.

“Alright. Take some time to relax and calm yourself. Reach out if you require anything.”