“Sab… Sabrina.” Nigel didn’t know where to start. He looked bashful, much unlike his usual self.

Standing in front of Sabrina, with his face unshaven and expression haggard, Nigel looked like he had met death.

In contrast, Sabrina’s expression was relaxed. “Mr Conor, you should just speak up if you have anything to say.”

“Sabrina, I’m sorry,” Nigel managed to say.

“You already told me that a week ago. I accept your apology,” Sabrina replied with a kind smile.

“I hope you can forgive me.”

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