As their voices faded, the man watched Rosalynn's retreating figure, his mind consumed by her.

"Do you wish to stay here for treatment until you fully recover from your injuries? Be aware that it could take several days," Calvert inquired, having just finished assessing the man's pulse.

Roused from his musings, the man moved his lips, uttering, “Thank you, sir. Might I borrow a phone?"

Calvert eyed him for a moment.

“Planning to inform your family?"

"Yes."

“Here you go."

Calvert passed him the phone and tactfully retreated from the room, giving the man some privacy.

Alone, the man dialed a number, his lips a tight line as he waited for the call to connect.

Meanwhile, Janiya hadn't visited her son at the hospital recently, leaving Maggie to keep Sanford company and tend to his needs.

Growing weary of the hospital environment and the omnipresent smell of disinfectant, Sanford was adamant about being discharged.

After seeking advice from the doctor, Maggie learned that his condition was stable enough for him to recuperate at home. Consequently, she had Sanford's assistant facilitate the discharge procedures.

Stepping out into the open air, Sanford filled his lungs with fresh air, an expression of contentment washing over his face.

“I'll rest today, but tomorrow we should visit my parents," he proposed.

A gentle smile blossomed on Maggie's face.

“All right. But there's no need to rush to meet them."

She cherished the past few quiet days spent by his side.

Meeting his parents would inevitably stir things up and potentially ruin their peaceful moment.

“How can that be? Don't you want to marry me?" Sanford asked, his arm draped around her shoulder, and his charming eyes focused on her.

Maggie's lips bent into a warm, understated smile as she dipped her gaze, yielding gently.

"As you wish then."

Everything still felt surreal to her. She dared not harbor lofty expectations, preferring to leave the decision-making to Sanford.