Horace knew that if Theodore didn't show up soon, he might be on the fast track to divorce. He might indeed lose his wife.

Finally, under the concerned gazes of Judy and Horace, Ariana turned to Sarah.

“May I stay with you?"

“Of course, my home is always open to you," Sarah responded with a smile, her heart harboring contempt for Theodore. She then departed with Ariana to her residence.

An hour later, Ariana found herself standing stiffly at the entrance of Sarah's flat, scrutinizing the house number repeatedly.

This was, indeed, Sarah's home.

But the neat and orderly residence she had left behind had morphed into a complete mess. Items were strewn haphazardly, the couch was buried under a heap of dirty clothes, and discarded music scores littered the floor.

Unfazed by the disarray, Sarah navigated through the clutter, clearing a spot on the couch.

"What are you waiting for? Come in and have a seat. You shouldn't remain standing for extended periods given your recent recovery."

Only then did Ariana step inside. She gaped at the drastically altered room and blurted out, "Hasn't Aziel been coming over to help you tidy up recently?”

After Ariana finished speaking and entered the room, she couldn't help but notice a peculiar change in Sarah's appearance. Her complexion turned as pale as a ghost, and dark circles hung like shadows beneath her eyes. The mere mention of Aziel seemed to freeze her expression in time.

Ariana's intuition instantly alerted her to something amiss, and she swiftly seized Sarah's arm, demanding, "What happened?"

“Nothing, it's just... It's like that." Sarah evaded the question, her response a jumble of words that failed to offer any clarity. Clearly, she was withholding something crucial.

Could it be that Aziel hurt Sarah?

The very thought sent alarm bells ringing within Ariana's mind, compelling her to hold Sarah's gaze and persist until she got the truth.

Unable to withstand Ariana's relentless curiosity, Sarah finally let slip, “Aziel and I have broken up!"

As the words came forth, Sarah slumped onto the couch, her demeanor one of utter dejection. Gone was the carefree, happy-go-lucky Sarah of yore.

Ariana, still perplexed, regarded her with a furrowed brow.

"Why did you end things? When we last met, all seemed well. How did the tides turn so abruptly?"

“Well... It's how breakups go," Sarah stammered, her voice growing faint and indistinct as if shrouded in mist.