Sabrina glanced at her and asked, "What do you mean?"

“Nothing.” With that, Bettie exited the kitchen. “I'll go pack my things. Let me know when it's ready."

"Alright."

Sabrina completed the cooking and laid the dish on the table. She called out to Bettie, "Bettie, it's all set!"

“I'm on my way!"

Bettie emerged from her room and took a seat across from Sabrina. As the delightful aroma wafted toward her, she mused, "I've missed your cooking, Sabrina! I've been having light meals these past few days.

See, I've lost weight."

“Don't worry. You'll regain it in no time."

“Wow... It smells divine..."

Bettie took a mouthful, a contented expression gracing her face.

After swallowing, she turned to Sabrina and inquired, “Sabrina, why did you change the sofa the other day?"

After a brief pause, Sabrina, as though nothing had transpired, replied, "I accidentally spilled a drink."

"Really?"

"Indeed."

“I thought perhaps you and Tyrone were having some fun while I was gone."

Sabrina blushed. She had indeed been enjoying herself with Tyrone yesterday.

"No," she responded.

“Good. When I arrived just now, I saw Tyrone standing outside in the rain, appearing distraught." Bettie took another bite, then looked up and said, “He might be attempting to employ a ruse. Don't be softhearted."

Sabrina's fingers instinctively tightened around the fork. "Is it raining heavily outside?"

“Why don't you see for yourself? It's a deluge out there!"