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Even her sister-in-law tugged her husband aside, distancing themselves from Reyna.

They all shared the same thought: Maggie and her parents would be in power again.

They didn’t want to be on bad terms with them because of Reyna.

Maggie looked at Sanford, feeling deeply touched and content.

It felt like a stroke of luck from the heavens to have crossed paths with such a caring man who showered her with affection.

Overwhelmed by emotions, she found herself at a loss for words, opting instead to tightly grasp his hand with teary eyes.

Sanford returned her gaze with tenderness, his hand instinctively reaching up to tousle her hair affectionately.

“Silly girl, why the tears?” he asked, his voice soft.

Maggie sniffled, her efforts to contain her emotions proving futile as tears threatened to spill over.

“I’m not crying.

It’s just… a speck of dust that accidentally got into my eye.

”

“Really?” Sanford questioned, his eyes filled with warmth.

“Let me blow it away for you.

”

“There’s no need, thanks.

”

Observing the affectionate display between Sanford and Maggie, Karl’s expression became a canvas of conflicting emotions.

He couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between himself and Sanford, particularly in terms of wealth and influence.

How could Maggie possibly forget a man like Sanford?

Meanwhile, Reyna, witnessing the unfolding scene, felt a surge of anger at the sudden twist of fate.

Turning to Drake and Helena, she said with sarcasm, “Drake, Helena, you’ve raised quite the daughter! Despite her plain appearance, she certainly knows how to captivate men’s hearts.

I’m curious to see if she can truly secure a place in a wealthy family’s dynasty!”

Maggie’s parents, still reeling from the unexpected turn of events, cast a glance toward Sanford and Maggie, who stood together.

Reyna’s words struck a chord of concern deep within them.

They were concerned about Maggie’s future.

While their daughter might have been ordinary in status, Sanford hailed from a wealthy lineage.

Despite his current affection, the question loomed: would he truly wed someone from a humble background?

Reyna’s taunts only exacerbated their worries.

“Even if Maggie can’t marry into wealth, it hardly matters,” she said with a sneer.

“With the amount of money she’s already extracted from him, you guys could live comfortably off her for years to come!”

“But with a sister of such notoriety, it’ll be a challenge for Bart to find a suitable wife!” Reyna’s words struck a chord, casting a shadow over their hopes for their son’s future.

Maggie’s parents’ expressions shifted dramatically.

Bart was their hope, their pride resting on his academic success and the prospect of him marrying into a decent wife.

But if their daughter’s personal affairs were scandalous, it could tarnish Bart’s chances of finding a worthy spouse.

The fear of gossip and judgment from their community gnawed at their hearts, threatening to jeopardize their family’s aspirations for social acceptance.

Drake, mustering up his courage, cast a stern gaze toward Sanford, his voice trembling slightly as he posed the question that weighed heavily on his mind.

“Mr.

Robles, do you intend to marry Maggie?”

To Drake, this union would resolve all their worries.