Wordlessly, Rosalynn handed the phone back to Brian.

Brian exchanged goodbyes with Sanford before hanging up.

Observing Rosalynn's icy demeanor, Brian said, "Sanford claims Maggie was set up. It's not entirely his fault."

“Not entirely his fault? He could've taken her to the hospital. Why did he sleep with her?" Rosalynn spat sarcastically.

“Perhaps he didn't have enough time to get her to the hospital."

Recalling the night he and Eleanor had been intimate, Brian found himself defending Sanford.

Sometimes, willpower could falter, especially in situations of a sexual nature.

“Humph! That's a convenient excuse," Rosalynn scoffed, turning to gaze out the window.

Silence enveloped the car. Brian tried to console her.

"Rosalynn, Look on the bright side. At least it was Sanford, not the beer-bellied man, who slept with Maggie."

Rosalynn sneered, "So what? Sanford is a playboy, just as bad as the beer-bellied man!"

Maggie had been a virgin.

If a decent man had been involved, Rosalynn's anger wouldn't have flared so intensely.

But Sanford was a notorious playboy.

He must have exploited the situation to sleep with Maggie.

How despicable!

Seeing her frigid expression, Brian bit his tongue.

He sensed that he was being dragged into the crossfire.

He bore the brunt of her anger.

Meanwhile, Sanford gazed at the slumbering Maggie and gently smoothed her damp hair.

Exhaustion weighed on them both.

Remembering her seductive voice as she pestered him, Sanford couldn't help but smile softly.