In response, Drake shot her a furious glance, his voice rising in agitation. "Would she listen to me if I spoke kindly? It's your indulgence that's caused this!"

Tears streamed down Helena's cheeks as she endured Drake's scolding in silence.

Meanwhile, a storm brewed in Maggie's heart, fueled by righteous indignation.

“Dad, why do you raise your voice at Mom?" Maggie's voice, tinged with frustration, cut through the tense atmosphere. “What could she have possibly done to deserve this? If not for her and my brother, do you think I'd have a reason to still regard you as my father?"

Drake's countenance darkened, his finger jabbing accusatorily at Maggie. “You dare utter such words of ingratitude again!"

Sanford's gaze turned glacial. "Whom do you think you're pointing at?"

Drake's eyes darted, and he quickly withdrew his hand, shooting a resentful glance at Maggie when Sanford's attention shifted. His once respectful daughter was now displaying a streak of defiance.

Maggie drew in a deep breath, her voice steady. “Dad, you needn't concern yourself with my affairs. If you still regard me as your daughter, then treat Mom with kindness. If not, that's your decision whether to disown me."

Drake bristled with the desire to rebuke her, but with Sanford present, he suppressed his anger.

Sanford draped his arm protectively around Maggie and surveyed the room.

“Let me be unequivocal today. Maggie is with me. There shall be no idle chatter about her within the factory walls. Should I catch wind of it, dismissal will swiftly follow. And as for anyone foolish enough to harass her, they best ponder the consequences."

His demeanor brimmed with authority, instilling a sense of comfort in Maggie's heart. As she noticed him preparing to depart, she remained silent, obediently following his lead.

"Maggie!"

Helena's voice echoed from behind, causing Maggie to hesitate, her inclination to turn back palpable.

Feeling impatient, Sanford gently pulled her away.

As they walked, he leaned in close, his voice a soft whisper in her ear. “If you wish to see your mother again, find another opportunity to visit her alone."

He harbored no desire to linger any longer, nor did he wish to witness her tears shed for a family lacking in warmth.

Maggie took heed of his advice and climbed into the car alongside him.

Karl followed them out, his gaze fixed on their retreating figures, a yearning to call out to Maggie evident in his eyes.

Yet, in the end, he swallowed his words, resigned to silence.