Madelyn was discharged from the hospital two days later. A driver from the Jent residence picked her up and drove her home. As she stepped through the front door, Rosario was conspicuously absent. In her place was a new face—a woman in her fifties introduced as the new maid.

"Hello, Ms. Jent," the new maid greeted. Madelyn gave a nonchalant "Hm" in response, her mind elsewhere.

Suddenly, the soft murmur of voices drifted from upstairs.

"You're so naughty."

"That's because I'm taking you out shopping, to make it up to you."

Jasmine, clinging onto Hayson's arm and flaunting a limited-edition handbag, descended the stairs. Seeing Madelyn, Jasmine quickly withdrew her arm.

"Madelyn... you're out of the hospital? I was just about to go shopping with your dad. Do you want anything?"

"No, thanks," Madelyn responded curtly before calling out, "Father."

Hayson, however, was icy, only grunting a response to his daughter's call. As he prepared to leave, he paused to address Madelyn, his g