Behind him, Caylee approached, her expression curious.

"So, Karl," she asked lightly, "what's your plan now? If she and Sanford are truly done, are you going to pursue her?"

Karl's gaze shifted, a flicker of determination sparking in his eyes.

"Yes," he said after a moment, his voice steady.

He was resolute-he would pursue Maggie with everything he had. Even if it ended in failure, he could live with it. What he couldn't bear was the regret of never trying.

Maggie sat quietly in the taxi, her mind racing as the driver navigated the winding roads. The events of the day replayed relentlessly in her mind—

Sanford's cold accusations, Karl's meddling, Janiya's smug satisfaction.

When the taxi reached the nearest bus station, Maggie paid the fare and transferred to a bus, then another, until she finally arrived at the Moreno estate in Skrix late in the evening.

Inside the estate, on the second floor, Rosalynn sat by a bay window, her sketchpad resting on her lap. The faint glow of a table Lamp illuminated her serene face as she alternated between sketching and gazing at the night sky.

Hearing hurried footsteps approaching, Rosalynn looked up just as Maggie appeared in the doorway.

"Rosalynn," Maggie called, her voice tinged with urgency.

Rosalynn set aside her sketch and smiled warmly. "You're back."

Her calm demeanor was a stark contrast to Maggie's frazzled energy.

Maggie didn't waste time on pleasantries. "What did you mean earlier on the phone?"

Rosalynn's smile didn't waver. "Exactly what I said," she replied, her tone as tranquil as ever.

The vague response only heightened Maggie's frustration.

Biting her lip, she pressed further, "But Sanford misunderstood me. If I don't clear things up, won't it just make things worse?"

Rosalynn carefully set her sketchpad on the table and stood.

Maggie instinctively moved to help her, steadying her as she rose.

"Let him misunderstand," Rosalynn said simply, her tone carrying an almost cryptic wisdom.

"Rosalynn!" Maggie's voice rose, her anxiety bubbling over.

Rosalynn reached out, gently patting Maggie's hand. "Relax. Trust me, you don't need to do anything right now. For now, focus on yourself. Eat well, sleep well, and pour your energy into your work. The Robles family will come to you when the time is right."

Maggie's brows knitted together, trying to decipher Rosalynn's words.

The Robles family would come to her?