“Yana, how could she be so shameless? Why would she do this to me?"

Despite being cousins, Yana had treated her like an enemy since childhood.

What did she gain from all of this?

“Maggie, please calm down. I've sent someone to bring her here. If you have anything to say, let's confront her face to face," Sanford proposed.

Maggie looked at him, her eyes reddened.

"She told me you slept with her, yet you deny it," she said.

Sanford felt an overwhelming sense of injustice.

"Maggie, I swear on my life that if I had slept with her, I would have been struck by a car and killed the moment I stepped out. And if I ever have a son in the future—"

“Enough,” Maggie interrupted, quickly placing her hand over his mouth to prevent him from swearing.

Sanford gazed at her, a sense of joy washing over him.

She still cared about him.

Noticing her own action, Maggie felt a twinge of embarrassment and withdrew her hand.

“But Yana showed me photos of you sleeping with her. You were on a business trip, and the photos were taken in the hotel you stayed at."

Initially, she had harbored doubts, but given Sanford's notorious reputation and the apparent authenticity of the photos, she had been swayed.

Sanford couldn't help but feel a profound sense of injustice.

"I don't know what photos Yana sent you. However, during my business trip, I did humiliate her in the hotel as a means of seeking vengeance on your behalf. The hotel security can vouch for me.

If you don't believe me, I can take you to that hotel right away and verify it," Sanford offered eagerly.

Now it was his turn to exhibit excitement.

Brian placed a comforting hand on Sanford's shoulder and interjected, “I believe it's all a misunderstanding. Since Yana orchestrated this entire plan, she Likely fabricated fake photos to deceive Maggie."

Sanford nodded fervently, reinforcing Brian's statement.

"That's right, Maggie. Trust me."

Maggie remained silent but turned her gaze toward Rosalynn.