After dropping Trevor off, Sabrina made her way back to the hospital.

Upon reaching the room's entrance, she knocked and entered, only to be met with Tyrone's piercing gaze.

Caught off guard, she scanned the room, noting the covered figure in the bed. “Has Jennie gone to sleep?"

“Yes." Tyrone's gaze remains fixed on her, his eyes intense and piercing, as if attempting to see into her soul.

“Why are you staring at me Like that?" Under his intense stare, Sabrina started to feel uneasy.

His gaze shifted downward. “Are you taking Jennie home tonight? Or is she staying here?”

With a gentle smile, Sabrina replied, "I'll be taking her. It's not ideal for her here."

She walked to the bedside.

Jennie was snugly wrapped in the quilt, only her head peeking out.

The sight of the child's peaceful sleep, punctuated by occasional little lip smacks.

This left Sabrina hesitant to disturb her.

Playfully, she prodded Jennie's soft cheek, which had the plush feel of a baby's butt, springy to the touch.

Accidentally, her hand brushed against someone behind her. Turning around, Sabrina was taken aback to see Tyrone standing silently close.

His deep-set eyes, as dark as midnight, remained unblinkingly locked onto hers.

Their gazes intertwined, and a chill raced down Sabrina's spine, as if she had been grazed by an unseen presence. “Tyrone? How do you move so silently?"

“You were too engrossed, so you didn't hear me approach."

"Is that so?"

“Yes.”

To Sabrina, Tyrone appeared unusually creepy this evening.

Sabrina didn’t ponder it much. Her focus was on waking Jennie so they could leave.