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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 523
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Chapter: 523

“Okay… Understood.”

After the psychologist left, Tyrone remained stationary, gazing into the distance, Lost in

thought.

His reverie was broken by his ringing phone.

Returning to reality, he answered the call. It was from Kylan, his former assistant at

Blakely Group, now his personal secretary.

Kylan had resigned from the company after Tyrone’s departure and now assisted Tyrone

with his various other investments and businesses.

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“Hello? What’s going on?” Tyrone responded, a hint of impatience Lacing his voice as he

picked up the phone.

“Sir, a will was left by your grandfather prior to his demise. Now that the funeral

proceedings are over, the lawyer is ready to disclose it.

There will be a meeting of all shareholders, and your grandmother would like your

presence at the company,” relayed Kylan.

Tyrone’s invitation to the company by Wanda was self-explanatory.

With the death of Cesar, Tyrone was in line to inherit a portion of his shares.

Moreover, upon Elijah’s passing, Cesar had split his shares between Tyrone and Larry.

As one of the group’s shareholders, it was only fitting for Tyrone to attend the

shareholders’ meeting.

Nonetheless, Tyrone replied, “I am presently unavailable. Make up an excuse on my behalf.

And don’t let my grandmother know that I am at the hospital.”

Tyrone had kept the news of Sabrina’s miscarriage from Wanda.

He feared the additional sorrow might be too much for her, given the recent loss of her

husband.

“But…”

Kylan began to interject, only to be cut off by Tyrone. “Have you accomplished what I

asked of you?”

“Mr. Blakely, rest assured. I’ve contacted the St. Carleigh Church, and you can visit

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whenever you wish.”

“Alright.” Tyrone hung up the call.

His gaze drifted off to the horizon, he sighed lightly, determination flooding his eyes.

A decision was inevitable.

Tyrone stepped into the ward, halting a meter away from the bed and softly called out,

“Sabrina.”

Sabrina did not acknowledge him.

With a gentle sigh, Tyrone shared, “The doctor indicated you’re showing signs of

depression.”