Rosalynn watched them from her doorway, a crease forming on her forehead.

“Why not send him back to his family?"

“Brian was adamant about coming here. I couldn't dissuade him." Sanford swung open the door, casting a helpless glance at Rosalynn.

"The man's as stubborn as a mule.”

Rosalynn responded with silence, her lips pressed tightly together.

Anxiety flickered in Sanford's eyes.

“Don't just stand there. Do you know Garry from Goldeer Group? He's in trouble, and Brian‘s the cause.

ALL to avenge you. Can you fathom the cost and enemies Brian's racking up?"

Rosalynn's heart stuttered.

"I didn't ask for his intervention."

She was capable of handling her own affairs. Why did he insist on meddling?

“He bends over backwards for you, and yet, you don't appreciate it.”

A sense of futility washed over Sanford, finding empathy for Brian.

Rosalynn was a tough nut to crack.

In contrast, Maggie was a soft touch, easily soothed by his words.

In Sanford's eyes, Maggie's charms far outstripped those of Rosalynn.

With a final glance at Sanford and Brian, Rosalynn spun on her heel, retreating to her home.

Sanford muttered a curse under his breath.

“Rosalynn, are you really not going to help?"

If his scheme fell apart today, he'd never brainstorm for Brian again.

Such a thankless task!

Rosalynn's voice drifted back.