Her sentence trailed off upon spotting Jennie trailing behind Sabrina.

Avoiding Bettie's gaze, guilt evident on her face, Sabrina set the bag on the sofa, "Bettie, I need a favor. Could you watch over Jennie for the evening? I've got errands and will return later."

With Jennie present, Bettie agreed without hesitation. "Sure thing. Jennie, we'll have dinner together tonight, okay?"

"Okay," Jennie responded with gratitude.

Worried about Leaving Jennie idle, Sabrina handed her an iPad with some instructions. Then, she made her exit.

The moment she stepped out of the elevator, her phone buzzed with a new message.

Tapping the notification, she was met with an irate emoji from Bettie.

“Tell me what's going on here? Why didn’t you drop her home?”

Sabrina paused before replying, “Don't worry. This is the last time."

Bettie finally understood how insidious Tyrone was. He knew that Sabrina was soft-hearted, so he used a child.

“You certain about that?" es, I am," Sabrina replied firmly.

“Alright. I trust you. Just curious, what's the plan for tonight? Don't stay out too Late."

“Just some personal matters."

“Could it be related to Tyrone?" Bettie struggled to come up with any other possibilities.

Sabrina found herself at a loss for words.

She reached the gate of the neighborhood, swiftly stepping into the awaiting car. She dimmed her phone's display, opting to ignore the message for now.

A few minutes Later, she replied, "Why would it be?"

"I knew it!"

She left Bettie's message unanswered.

The car came to a halt in front of a private styling studio.