“Okay then! I'm getting married to Harlan this Saturday. You must do something for me!" Brylee grinned wickedly.

"As Long as you can tarnish Rosalynn's reputation, I'll make sure you reap the benefits."

As Sanford arrived back at his apartment, the fading light of dusk greeted him.

To his surprise, Maggie was nowhere to be found.

Frowning, Sanford retrieved his phone from his pocket and dialed her number.

With a hint of concern, he asked, “Why aren't you at home?"

“I'm currently at the hospital with my mother. I won't be able to return home tonight."

Sanford's expression grew serious, consumed by worry.

“Is your mother doing alright?"

Maggie's voice carried a soothing tone as she replied, "Yes, she's doing fine. Please don't worry."

“Alright, take good care of your mother."

Contemplating the situation, Sanford initiated a transfer of one hundred thousand dollars to Maggie's account.

“Buy some tonics for your mother. Don't worry about the cost. If you need anything, just let me know."

Maggie's eyes widened as she read the message from the bank, struggling to fully grasp the gesture.

Soon after, a feeling of warmth enveloped her as she received Sanford's message, deeply touched by his thoughtfulness.

Growing up as the eldest daughter, Maggie had always been taught to be self-reliant and independent, never relying on others for support.

However, at this moment, a shift occurred within her. She found herself unexpectedly feeling Like she could Lean on Sanford.

It wasn't solely about the money. Maggie sensed a deeper connection with Sanford, one that provided her with emotional strength.

Deeply moved, she texted a heartfelt response, simply stating, "Thank you."

A smile formed on Sanford's lips as he read Maggie's text, pleased with himself.

The room felt strangely quiet, leaving Sanford with a sense of idleness.

With nothing else to occupy his time, he dialed Brian's number.