Observing Sanford chivalrously opening the passenger door for her, Karl couldn't shake the twinge of sadness that crept over him.

In the end, he knew he paled in comparison to Sanford and accepted his defeat with a heavy heart.

Despite this, he held onto hope that Maggie would find the happiness she sought.

Meanwhile, inside the car, Sanford ignited the engine and guided the vehicle in a smooth turn.

As they began their journey, Maggie's eyes caught sight of Karl standing by the roadside, a pang of realization hitting her-she hadn't bid him farewell.

Swiftly, she retrieved her phone and sent him a message.

"Karl, I appreciate everything today. I have to go now.”

With those words, she conveyed her heartfelt gratitude for his steadfast support.

After all, he had even received a slap from Reyna because of her.

The remorse Maggie felt was profound. She found herself unable to adequately repay him for his unwavering support.

Just then, her phone chimed with a message.

“No need to thank me. Just remember what I said," Karl's reply read.

Maggie's heart clenched as she recalled Karl's words: he urged her to pursue true love and reminded her to not forget to look back if she ever grew weary.

The weight of guilt settled heavier upon Maggie.

There was no denying it-Karl was truly a good man.

But unfortunately...

Suddenly, a chill seemed to settle beside her, the surrounding temperature dropping a few degrees.

Maggie instinctively turned her head and met Sanford's tense profile, his demeanor as cold as ice.

She knew he was clearly angry.

She shifted slightly, attempting to lighten the mood. “Sanford, it's not winter yet. You don't need to chill the air."