She hurriedly made her way to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

“Maggie, are you done showering?"

There was no response.

Rosalynn pressed her ear against the door, straining to hear any sound, but there was only silence.

“Maggie, if you don’t answer, I'm coming in!”

Still, there was no sound.

Sanford grew increasingly anxious.

“Rosalynn, let's go inside and check. I'm worried she might do something drastic."

Rosalynn shared his concern, deciding not to wait any longer. She pushed the door open.

The bathroom was filled with steam.

Maggie sat in the bathtub, vigorously scrubbing her skin.

Her once fair and delicate skin now bore redness, with traces of blood seeping from some areas.

Rushing over, Rosalynn grasped Maggie's hand.

“That's enough, Maggie.”

Maggie's eyes were swollen from crying. She whimpered, “Rosalynn, it's not enough! It's so filthy, incredibly filthy!"

Rosalynn wrapped her in a bath towel, comforting her.

"It's alright, Maggie. You're not dirty at all. They're the ones who are dirty! Let's not punish ourselves for others’ mistakes, alright?"

Maggie, finally calmed down by Rosalynn's comforting, emerged from the bathroom.

Upon seeing Sanford, her excitement resurfaced.

“Rosalynn, I don't want to see him right now. Let him go," Maggie requested.

Rosalynn continued to console her and glanced at the two figures standing there.

“You can Leave now.”