I whispered, "Looks like she's been injured. At least get her cleaned up in bed."

The male colleague looked at me and asked, "Is she okay?"

"Based on her condition, she's fine now. She just looks exhausted," I replied. The male colleague lifted her back onto the bed.

Two people quickly tidied up the room, and we pretended to check it again before leaving.

Outside, everyone seemed relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. We all headed out while talking. My mood was incredibly heavy.

Wilbur saw us off to the car, and as we left the compound, I couldn't control my emotions, and a sob escaped me.

Eleanor quickly embraced me, asking, "Chloe, are you okay?”

I looked at Tommy. "Hazelyn came and physically abused her. She's been beaten beyond recognition, but she's not insane, absolutely not. Tell Sean to speed up what he’s doing.”

Tommy nodded seriously and said, "Got it."

Back at the hotel, I couldn't contain my emotions. I rushed into Atlas's waiting arms and cried, ignorin