For Sabrina's sake, he would let Bettie be, at least for now.

“Sabrina had some wine and fell asleep," Tyrone explained.

Bettie's surprise was evident, but she let out a sigh of relief.

Tyrone placed the towel in the basin and headed for the bathroom.

As he did, Bettie went to Sabrina's bedside, touching her forehead to check her breath. She looked to the bathroom, still on guard.

When Tyrone emerged, empty-handed, she immediately demanded, “Wasn't Sabrina supposed to have dinner with Damon tonight? Why are you here?"

Tyrone ignored her question, moving towards the door. "Take good care of her."

"Hey..."

He stopped, turning his head slightly to look at Bettie with an indifferent expression. "Don't show Sabrina those photos on your phone again!"

“It's not your concern!"

"Choose. Do you want someone to hack your phone or have it smashed?"

"Well..."

Bettie fell silent.

She decided not to show Sabrina the photos. Her phone was too precious to risk, and besides, it would be a shame if her carefully collected photos were compromised.

There were other things on her phone that, if exposed, could ruin her.

After Tyrone had gone, Bettie returned to her room, satisfied that Sabrina was okay.

The next morning, Sabrina awoke to find a note from Bettie. “Bestie, please tell me why you were with Tyrone last night."

Then Sabrina messaged Bettie. "Bettie, I'll take Tyrone to the airport first. I'LL fill you in on the details when I return."

"You'd better explain clearly!" Bettie replied quickly.

As Sabrina was washing her face and brushing her teeth, a message from