Sanford got out of the car, surprised to see Maggie, who could barely stand on her own.

He had an appointment with a client at Sky Club and almost ran into her just then.

“Please help me."

Maggie clutched onto Sanford's arm, her mind in disarray, but she managed to recognize him.

Her palm burned, her expression was hazy, and her eyes were slightly seductive.

Sanford frowned. He immediately sensed that something was off.

“Stay strong. I'LL take you to the hospital right away."

Without asking questions, Sanford helped her into the car.

She smelled the man's pleasant smell.

Maggie struggled to control her emotions and clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to reach out and grab him.

She felt feverish.

Intense heat coursed through her.

It was as if thousands of ants were crawling within her body.

She felt itchy.

She couldn't take it anymore!

Maggie looked at Sanford in the driver's seat and reached for him uncontrollably.

“I feel so awful. Please help me!"

The car was speeding on the road.

Sanford avoided Maggie's attempt to touch him and said in a gentle tone, "Just hang on a bit longer. We'll be at the hospital soon."

“Do you have a knife?" Maggie's voice trembled as she continued pinching her thighs.

It had already been blue and purple.

She wanted a knife to alleviate her pain.