Though this outcome was consistent with a playboy's actions, it still incensed her.

"You two can Leave now," she said.

Both Sanford and Brian were shown the door.

As it slammed shut before them, Brian shot Sanford a frigid glare.

Sanford had caused him nothing but trouble.

“Brian, why are you Looking at me Like that? I'm truly innocent this time. Maggie was relentless, and I couldn't control myself." Sanford feigned innocence.

Brian retorted coldly, “Why is your willpower so weak? Then again, as a playboy, I suppose that's to be expected."

Sanford retorted, “How can you say something like that? You couldn't control yourself with Eleanor either."

“I was drugged then. It's different. Just keep your distance from now on.”

Sanford protested, “What? Are you treating me this way just because Rosalynn took her anger out on you? Are we even friends anymore?"

“We are not."

Sanford was at a loss for words.

Brian clearly prioritized Rosalynn over his friend.

Back in the apartment, Rosalynn gently changed Maggie's clothes.

Upon seeing the marks on Maggie's body, she cursed Sanford once more.

Both Sanford and Brian were scoundrels, and the worst part was that they were best friends.

The next day, Maggie awoke.

Gazing at the ceiling, her senses gradually returned.

As the memories of the previous day resurfaced, her eyes slowly welled up with tears.

How could Yana and Lloyd be so cruel?

Even worse, her own parents had simply stood by, watching Yana take her away.

Fighting back her tears, Maggie mustered the strength to rise from her bed.