Janiya shot back, "Thinking's pointless! Look at Maggie. Is she really that competent? She's barely back, and Sanford's already at her beck and call. Now even you're on her side. If I let Maggie into our family at Sanford's behest, won't she just dominate over me? Am I meant to be submissive in front of her?"

Witnessing his wife's obstinacy, Britton contemplated further persuasion.

However, seeing her scowl, he opted against it, fearing it might worsen her mood. He offered only a few cursory comments. Internally, he empathized with his son's plight. Gaining his wife's consent for Sanford and Maggie's union would be an uphill battle.

Meanwhile, outside, Sanford and Maggie stepped into the elevator.

Maggie released a long breath, her palms clammy.

“Still on edge?"

Sanford squeezed her hand, flashing a reassuring smile.

Maggie exhaled once more. “Was I awful just now?"

Her mind was blank. She couldn't recall her words. She just knew Janiya was furious.

"Nah, you did fine. You seemed to be determined to be my wife,"

Sanford teased.

Maggie's eyes flickered with embarrassment.

As the elevator reached the first floor, Sanford led her out.

Maggie appeared concerned. “Your mom looked furious. What if I make things worse?"

Sanford glanced at her and deliberately responded, “It's a possibility."

Maggie halted. "Sanford, maybe you should stay and look after her?"

Sanford narrowed his eyes. "What about you? Giving up so soon?"

"Not a chance! I'll check on her once she's calmer," Maggie quickly replied.

Sanford smiled at her soft expression and kept walking beside her.

"Okay, since my dad's there now, I'll leave. I'll be back tomorrow."