“After completing her examination without any complications, Miss Flynn departed the hospital," Horace replied, relaying the information truthfully.

"She mentioned having additional tasks to attend to, including an afternoon meeting with the contractor. However, she promised to return later to see you."

Upon hearing this, Ariana furrowed her brows, concern etching itself upon her face.

The events of the previous night were still fresh in her mind.

“How does she look?" she asked, her tone laced with worry.

Recalling Sarah's composed demeanor and articulate speech, Horace noted that some of her bruises had been attended to, leaving her outwardly unaffected.

"She seems normal, as if this whole affair hasn't fazed her," he reassured, attempting to assuage Ariana's fears.

She seemed normal? Ariana, however, found it difficult to believe such reassurances, her anxiety manifesting clearly in her eyes.

The events that had unfolded outside the room she had hidden in had left her feeling petrified and vulnerable, plagued by the offensive words that had been hurled at her. The mere recollection of those vulgarities brought on an uncomfortable feeling and a wave of nausea. Meanwhile, Sarah, who had endured the insults and indecencies, even endured the physical blow of a slap.

Was Sarah really okay? Ariana questioned inwardly, skepticism clouding her thoughts.

At the hospital gate, Sarah wrapped herself tightly, taking precautions against being recognized.

She stood by the roadside, wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hat, anxiously awaiting a taxi.

The streets were quiet on this workday, with few people passing by. Sarah stood still, hands in her pockets, feeling a tinge of nervousness. Every sound around her seemed amplified, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.

Having arrived at the hospital the previous night, she was already exhausted. Due to her unstable condition, the doctor had prescribed sleeping pills to help her rest.

Consequently, she woke up feeling relatively fine this morning.

However, as she stood outside, the calmness of her surroundings only intensified her unease and fear.

Despite the bright sky above, an undercurrent of discomfort lingered, and she couldn't help but recall the events of the previous night.

Sarah fought hard to divert her thoughts, attempting to control her mind from dwelling on those disturbing memories. Yet, the more she tried to suppress them, the deeper they seemed to seep in.

Images of the recent incident flashed before her eyes, causing her to feel dizzy and overwhelmed with the memory of being held down by those two disgusting men.

"It seems like you can't wait to have some fun, huh?"