"Maggie!"

Maggie spun around to find Sanford pushing through the crowd.

His expression was icy, yet a flicker of anxiety could be detected within his striking eyes.

He was here!

Maggie's eyes welled up with tears; she felt like a drowning person clutching a lifeline, relief mingling with a sense of injustice.

“Sanford!"

Arriving by her side, a breathless Sanford assured her, "Don't fear.

I'm here.”

Maggie's voice was ragged as she said, “Yana's taken my brother hostage."

“It's alright. I'm here."

Sanford gently enfolded her into his arms, his soothing voice offering comfort.

Sanford had drawn Yana‘s attention since his appearance.

Seeing his tender interaction with Maggie, Yana's eyes blazed with manic resentment.

"Maggie, will you come over or not?"

In her frenzy, Yana pressed the knife a tad deeper into Bart's neck.

A stifled groan escaped Bart's lips, and he involuntarily flinched backward, his features contorting in pain.

Observing her brother's agony, Maggie broke free from Sanford's grasp and advanced.

"I'm coming. Let Bart go!"

But Sanford swiftly pulled her back, halting her progress.

“Yana, I'm the one who committed you to the psychiatric hospital. If you seek vengeance, it's me you should blame.”

Yana locked her gaze onto him, bellowing, “Fine! I want Maggie dead. Would you die for her?"

Without skipping a beat, Sanford moved Maggie behind him, inching toward Yana.