“I'LL send you both home," Brian offered, following them.

Rosalynn pursed her lips, wanting to refuse him.

Maggie sobbed again.

"Rosalynn, why can't he resist temptation even though I treat him so wholeheartedly? I'm so sad! I want to beat them!"

Rosalynn had no time to think about anything else. She could only comfort her friend gently.

“Okay. Let's go back and rest. We can deal with him when we wake up."

The door opened and then closed.

Sanford brushed off his clothes, preparing to change.

“I'LL go with you," Millie said sweetly.

Sanford didn't refuse her and led her upstairs.

Millie asked tentatively, "Sanford, have you known Maggie before?"

"You think too much. I don't Like that kind of woman," Sanford replied curtly, continuing upstairs to change his clothes.

Millie felt relieved. She followed him in and helped Sanford change.

Downstairs, Rosalynn opened the door and assisted the drunk Maggie into the guest room.

Maggie had cried the entire way. Fortunately, she calmed down upon entering the apartment.

Rosalynn settled her onto the bed. She removed Maggie's coat and trousers, then sighed with relief and left the room.

Brian still stood in the living room.

His tall figure appeared even more slender and distinguished in the Light.

Rosalynn blinked, memories of his first visit to her place flooding back.

That night, Maggie was intoxicated too.

Rosalynn barely knew him then.

But now...