Was there a need for Sanford to air my laundry right here? Britton pondered.

He shot Sanford a look but remained tight-lipped.

Maggie's heart skipped a beat as she grasped Britton's intent.

His words were meant to spur her on, to strive for greatness in her career.

She didn't need his advice; she was determined to succeed regardless.

With resolve, Maggie nodded. “Mr. Robles, I'm on board. I'll put my all into carving out my path."

Britton nodded, observing them seated side by side, a mix of envy and nostalgias wirling within him.

Memories of his own youth flooded back, unstoppable. Had he been as rebellious in his youth, would life have been more thrilling?

The adage rang true in his mind-personality indeed forges one's fate.

Before long, Janiya stirred awake in her hospital bed.

“Janiya, hey, how're you feeling?"

“Hey, Mom."

Both father and son addressed her in gentle tones.

Janiya's bleary eyes slowly focused.

Spotting Sanford, a blend of affection and frustration washed over her.

"Do you still remember to visit me?"

Sanford remained silent. Recognizing her desire to sit up, he reached out to assist, slipping a cushion behind her.

Observing her son's attentive demeanor, Janiya's anger abated slightly.

Yet, a casual glance at Maggie nearby caused her expression to darken abruptly.

“What're you doing here?"