Jennie pouted, tears welling.

Alarmed, Karen approached and asked, “Why the tears? Are you in pain?"

Jennie remained silent, tears cascading down her cheeks.

Karen started to feel more nervous.

The door swung open, and Tyrone entered, suitcase in tow.

“Jennie..

“Sir, come quick. Jennie's in tears and won't speak," Karen hurriedly interjected.

Setting aside his suitcase, Tyrone hastened over, embracing Jennie.

Wiping away her tears, he softly asked, “What's amiss, Jennie? Speak up if you're distressed."

Jennie squirmed.

"Don't hug me. I despise you!"

Tyrone was bewildered. He had only stepped out momentarily. Why the sudden repulse from Jennie?

"Jennie, I've brought you a gift. Don't you want it?" Tyrone held Jennie close.

"No, gift it to anyone you please!" Jennie remained resolute, struggling in his embrace.

“Let me go. I want Sabrina!"

Tyrone, a known philanderer, reminded Jennie of the reason for his divorce — his womanizing ways!

ALL men were no good.

“She is sleeping."

“It's mone of your concern! I won't stay with you!" Jennie assumed Sabrina was still asleep downstairs.

“Fine. I'll escort you to see her, but no disruptions." Tyrone lifted Jennie.