She couldn't let Tyrone him continue, or Sabrina might get upset and leave.

“Uncle Tyrone, what happened?" Jennie stepped back in her Leather boots and pointed at the broken glass.

Tyrone's expression softened a bit. He coughed into his fist and said softly, “I was trying to pour some water; I guess I didn't grip the glass tightly enough."

“Uncle Tyrone, why are you looking at Aunt Sabrina while talking to me?" Jennie raised her head, her big, round eyes blinking with curiosity.

Sabrina couldn't resist glancing up at Tyrone.