“Maggie, is this your brother?" Sanford inquired, observing Bart.

Maggie confirmed with a nod, introducing, "Bart, this is Sanford Robles.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Robles." Bart gauged Sanford's distinguished air, piecing together his identity.

This must be the man who bought their uncle's factory and committed Yana to the hospital.

Was he courting his sister?

Sanford offered a curt nod in response.

“You're wounded. Let's get you to a doctor."

“Indeed. Bart, your injury needs immediate attention," Maggie urged anxiously.

Bart nodded, starting forward with Sanford and Maggie on either side.

Glancing at Sanford, Bart couldn't resist probing, "Mr. Robles, are you courting my sister?"

Sanford and Maggie were taken aback by the blunt question.

Sanford arched an eyebrow, his gaze inadvertently shifting to Maggie.

He noticed her sudden discomfort.

Just as he was about to respond, Maggie interjected, “Bart, don't jump to conclusions."

"Maggie, die!"

Behind them, Yana's voice rang out, punctuated by Drake's warning.

“Bart, Maggie, run!"

Whirling around, they saw Yana break free from the guards and snatch a pair of scissors from a medical cart, lunging at Maggie.

The attack unfolded too quickly for them to react.

Sanford's eyes widened in terror as he watched the scissors descend on Maggie. Driven by instinct, he stepped in front of her.

The scissors plunged into his chest, glinting cruelly.

A groan escaped him as searing pain shot through his body.