Sanford scoffed, “Brian, Rosalynn is Maggie's close friend. She wouldn't reveal that. Moreover, she might share the same viewpoint.

They would find a way to marry into a wealthy family, irrespective of love. Then, they'd divorce at the opportune moment. In terms of social standing or wealth, they would receive a compensation beyond the means of ordinary people.

Brian, women are practical creatures. Remember, your own marriage began similarly."

Brian's brows furrowed deeper.

How could Sanford say something like that?

Although their union began under unique circumstances, Rosalynn was far trom avaricious.

Sanford's agitation was evident in his demeanor and words today.

“Sanford...”

Brian was about to interject when Rosalynn emerged from the bathroom.

“Sanford, I find it rather inappropriate for you to speak about me in such a manner behind my back."

Rosalynn's expression was decidedly icy.

She had brought Maggie here hoping to facilitate a meeting between the two, not expecting Sanford to defame her so.

It was as if he was deliberately stoking conflicts between her and Brian.

“I apologize, Rosalynn. I'm not feeling my best today. I didn't mean what I said."

Sanford's face flushed with embarrassment, taken aback that his private complaints were overheard by the very person they concerned.

Internally chiding himself, Brian noticed Rosalynn's visible discomfort and moved to comfort her, his arm wrapping around her shoulder.

“Sweetheart...”

"Keep your hands to yourself." Rosalynn shrugged off his arm.

“Brian, do you share his sentiment? Do you believe we are all crafty women willing to stoop to any lengths to marry into wealth?"

Brian mentally cursed Sanford.

Ignoring Rosalynn's protests, he held her firmly in his embrace.

“How could I think that way? I know you, Rosalynn. If you were a manipulative woman, you wouldn't have proposed divorce, let alone willingly relinquish your entire fortune during that process."