Drake, mustering up his courage, cast a stern gaze toward Sanford, his voice trembling slightly as he posed the question that weighed heavily on his mind. “Mr. Robles, do you intend to marry Maggie?"

To Drake, this union would resolve all their worries.

But Sanford's response was chilling. His eyes narrowed with disdain as he retorted, “And who are you to meddle in my affairs?"

Drake's face flushed with embarrassment, but he persisted, stuttering slightly, “I-I am Maggie's father. Naturally, her marriage is my concern."

Sanford's lips twisted into a cold sneer. "Father?" he scoffed.