It was an achievement that she wasn't being pushed around herself.

“Sanford, did you upset Rosalynn?" Maggie took a seat next to Rosalynn, shooting Sanford a questioning look

"I..." Sanford glanced at Brian, feeling wronged.

Lending a hand to Brian, Sanford inadvertently ruffled Rosalynn's feathers.

“Sanford, don't make Rosalynn angry. Or I will live in Rosalynn's place instead of yours," Maggie threatened.

Stunned, Sanford froze, the weight of his actions settling in.

By aiding Brian, he had unwittingly set himself up for a double whammy.

Not only had he upset Rosalynn, but he was now teetering on the brink of invoking Maggie's wrath as well.

“I wave the white flag, Brian. The stage is yours." Sanford moved his chair closer to Maggie's.

Brian frowned.

"You'd rather choose a lover over a friend."

“Indeed. Wouldn't you do the same? Who was it that cast me aside in anger, considering me a burden? Was it not you when Rosalynn gave you the boot?"

“Are those two things the same?"

“Well, why wouldn't they be?"

Their squabble left Rosalynn and Maggie taken aback, the pair resembling bickering children more than grown men.

Exchanging a knowing glance, Rosalynn and Maggie couldn't help but smile.

Rosalynn took a sip of her porridge.

Could Sanford possibly be serious about Maggie?

He might just be feigning interest, though.

After all, Sanford was a gentleman. Perhaps he was just naturally kind to all his women.

Post-breakfast, Maggie busied herself with clearing the table.

Rosalynn, eyeing the men, issued a command.