Meanwhile, Brian strode out of the hospital, his face as stony as a statue.

As the neon lights from the street flickered, he dialed a number on his phone.

“Sanford, where are you?"

In the VIP room of Royarid Club, a spirited conversation filled the air as several men and women gathered.

The room exuded an exclusive ambiance, wrapped in shadows and hushed whispers.

In one corner, Sanford had his arm draped around Millie, who nestled comfortably in his embrace.

Millie lovingly peeled a grape and fed it to him.

“Sanford, I can't express how overjoyed I am that you've returned to me."

His unexpected comeback had ignited some happiness within her that surpassed anything she had ever experienced.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Sanford returning to her.

Such instances had never unfolded in the past.

Did his return signify that he couldn't forget about her?

Silently, Sanford toyed with his wine glass, his mesmerizing eyes revealing a subtle hint of indifference.

“Millie, when someone comes back, it's a sign of true love. Sanford must have realized that he still loves you!"

“Indeed, Millie surpasses Maggie in every aspect!"

Two of Millie's friends chimed in from the side.

A frosty gaze from Sanford landed upon the two women, his expression filled with disdain.

Sensing the mounting tension, Millie discreetly signaled her friends to retreat.

Swiftly catching the cue, the two women stood up and gracefully exited the room.

Millie looked at Sanford's handsome face, her hand gliding gently across his chest.

“Be assured that my love for you will always endure."

With each delicate movement of her hand, she ventured lower, her desire palpable. However, Sanford swiftly seized her hand with a firm grip.