Maggie's face darkened, and she closed the door, retreating into the corridor.

“Dad, what happened?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Drake tried to speak, but before he could say anything, her aunt lunged at Maggie and slapped her across the face.

"Maggie, you are such a troublemaker! It's all your fault. Yana was first sent to a psychiatric hospital, and now she is in jail. If you don't get her released, I won't let you off!"

Maggie felt a burning pain on her cheek and struggled to break free from her aunt's grasp. She clenched her fists, her anger rising.

“Auntie, Yana attacked Sanford in public! She got what she deserved!"

Her aunt scolded back, "What kind of punishment should my daughter receive? Tell me! If it weren't for you urging him to have her detained, she wouldn't have Lashed out in public. It's your fault he was hurt!"

Had Sanford been hurt because of her? Maggie's face drained of color at the thought.

The memory of Sanford standing before her, taking the brunt of the danger, felt like a needle puncturing her heart.

Inhaling deeply, she said, "Sanford was injured on my account, but the fault lies with you. Haven't you acknowledged your own part in this?"

If it was her fault, she would accept the blame. But this time, she wasn't at fault and she needed to clarify this.

“Our fault? We did nothing wrong! He got hurt because he decided to shield you! That's on him!"

Her aunt shouted back.

Maggie retorted, "Aunt, Yana once told me that if a child behaves poorly, the parents are the ones to blame. She's right. You should consider this. You've spoiled Yana into becoming a selfish and arrogant person. Whenever she makes mistakes, you don't correct her but point fingers at others. Now, this situation is your fault.

It's one thing for Yana to hurt me. Perhaps you can persuade me to compromise for the sake of family. But she hurt Sanford. Even if you were to kill me, I would never forgive her. Please leave right now and stop bothering Sanford!"

Her words echoed through the room with resolute strength.

At the entrance of the ward, Sanford, dressed in a hospital gown, lazily leaned against the door, a smile spreading across his face.

Turns out the timid rabbit could also bare her teeth.

Her final words brought him immense joy.

“Mr. Robles! Mr. Robles, you're okay! Please let my daughter go.”

Spotting Sanford, Blake rushed to him, pleading desperately.

“Mr. Robles, please pardon my daughter. She didn't mean to hurt you. It was an accident!"