"Alright then."

With practiced ease, the nurse attached the infusion and inserted the needle into Tyrone's vein.

Jennie attentively watched the procedure, and once the nurse departed, she gently blew on Tyrone's hand. "It won't hurt," she reassured.

Earlier, Sabrina had thoughtfully packed Jennie's small backpack, making sure to include her cherished paints, sketchbooks, and brushes.

Sabrina pulled out the art supplies from the backpack, and she and Jennie began to sketch.

Suddenly, a notification of a new message appeared.

Curious, Sabrina opened it to see a message from Trevor.

The issue with the suppliers and the Faulkner family had been resolved.

The first person Trevor reached out to was Sabrina, offering his heartfelt thanks.

She felt she wasn't the one to thank.

Even if Tyrone wasn't involved, Damon had acted on Tyrone's behalf.

Trevor said, “Sabrina, don't take it upon yourself. You have our deep gratitude. My parents wish to host a dinner for you, but I declined on your behalf. Are you available tomorrow night? How about a dinner treat from me?"

“Sure. Do you need a lift after work?"

“No need. Let's meet at the restaurant," Trevor responded.

“Sounds good."

“And Sabrina... Just the two of us, alright?"

Clearly, Trevor was concerned she might bring Jennie along.

Sabrina glanced at the young girl engrossed in her artwork beside her and typed back, "Understood."

She set the phone aside and found herself Locking eyes with Tyrone.

He looked away quietly, wondering about who she was texting.