The hospital's surroundings were always bustling with activity.

Once the reporters departed, onlookers paused to point fingers at

Sabrina.

This left her flustered, and she moved away, walking aimlessly until she found herself at a bus stop. As Luck would have it, a bus pulled up. Without sparing a glance at its route, she hopped in.

Several individuals disembarked at Healthwell Hospital, and soon, the bus was nearly empty. Sabrina sauntered to the rear, locating a window seat and sinking into it, her gaze fixed outside.

Mathias was a rapidly evolving metropolis.

The area surrounding the hospital was particularly lively, dotted with restaurants and accommodations.

The passers-by hurriedly walked by, with some of them clutching report bags from different hospitals.

A handful of stops later, the number of pedestrians dwindled, replaced by lush greenery lining the streets, flanked by towering buildings.

They were in the new district now.

As they journeyed through this district, the remaining passengers Qradually filtered out, leaving Sabrina alone with a middle-aged woman.

"Our next stop is Northtown Avenue."

The bus was steeped in silence, broken only by the occasional automated voiceover. The sudden trill of a phone caught the middle-aged woman's attention.

A moment passed before Sabrina registered that the ringing phone was hers.

She pulled it out from her bag, finding Tyrone's name flashing on the screen.

Her finger hovered over the screen for a few seconds before swiping left.

She refused to answer the call.

Two seconds later, her phone was ringing again. It was Tyrone again.

Sabrina denied the call once more, turning off her phone before stashing it back in her bag.

She did it quickly.