Sanford's lips pressed into a line as questions swirled in his mind. Who had made it? Was it Maggie?

He felt a spark of curiosity, unable to make sense of her reason for sending the video.

He sent her a quick message. "What is this?"

In that instant, the video disappeared. Maggie had deleted it.

On the other side, Maggie's heart sank as she saw Sanford's response. He had already seen the video.

"It's nothing," she quickly replied.

As soon as she sent it, she winced. The reply sounded dismissive and far too casual. It would only make Sanford more suspicious.

Sanford raised an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied. His thumb hovered over the replay button, but he realized she had deleted the video.

What was she up to?

Had she sent it by mistake?

His thoughts wandered, returning to Karl.

Karl was good with computers; could he have made the video for her?

The video was clearly meant to amuse someone, so could that mean Karl had made it to cheer her up?

If so, was this Maggie's way of showing off? Was she trying to hint that someone else was cheering her up?

Sanford's grip on his phone tightened. A hint of jealousy flared, though he quickly masked it.

Just» as he considered calling Maggie for clarification, Shari walked in with his medicine.

He pocketed his phone, his expression turning neutral as he shifted his attention back to Shari.

Meanwhile, Maggie sat on the edge of her bed, clutching her phone tightly, her eyes fixed on the screen. She was waiting for Sanford's response, her mind spinning with worry.

Had he seen the video? What was he thinking?

It was just a harmless clip-something meant to lighten the mood. Surely, there was no way he could read too much into it. Right?

But then again, Sanford was far too perceptive. What if he figured out that Karl had made it?

Maggie facepalmed in frustration, scolding herself for being so reckless.

She silently prayed, "Please, Stanford, just this once, don't overthink it."

But the nagging feeling in her chest refused to let go.