Britton stayed silent, letting Sanford talk.

“Our family's already top dog in Wragos. We don't need alliances through marriage. And hey, they don't always guarantee success, right?"

Sanford reasoned. "I once loved a regular girl, but Mom got in the way and I compromised. But later, I met Maggie and didn't want to give up on her. She might just be the one."

After a pause, he added, "Dad, I'm not asking for a thumbs up now. Just stay neutral for now. Maggie's great. Mom might come around."

Sanford's words were earnest, strong, and brave.

Britton eyed his son, who was shining brighter than his younger days.

After a pause, he gave a quiet sigh and gave his shoulder a pat.

“Enough with the talk. If I was old-school, I'd be tougher than your mom," he hinted, signaling he was cool with it all and staying neutral.

Sanford grinned. "Thanks, Dad."

Britton added, "But, Sanford, just a reminder: tread carefully with Millie. We don't want the Morenos getting all worked up."

Sanford nodded. "Got it."

“Alright, go ahead."

“sure thing."

They wrapped up and headed into the hospital room.

Maggie stood by Janiya's bed, keeping vigil.

Despite mentally prepping herself to face Sanford's parents, she felt a knot of nerves.

She wondered what Britton and Sanford had talked about. By the looks of it, no tempers had flared.

Sanford approached, giving her a reassuring smile, taking her hand.

Maggie's eyes searched his face, curious.

Sanford gently traced her palm with his finger, silent.