Forrest grabbed Madelyn's ankle before she could pull her leg away.

He lifted his head, "Are you blind? I'm trying to apply the cream on you." His tone was so rude that she wondered if she had misheard him.

She pondered, 'He wants to help apply the medical cream on me? I don't believe it. There's no way that a person who nearly choked me to death at school would be kind enough to apply medicine to me. Who knows if the medicine is safe or not?

'I've already learned my lesson the hard way once, and that's enough. Back then, whenever someone showed me a little kindness, I'd just naively accept it.'

Forrest had already squeezed out the cream onto his palm. He was about to rub it on Madelyn's swollen ankle, but Madelyn immediately pulled her foot back.

She mumbled, "I-I'm fine. I don’t need the cream."

She was afraid that he was planning to do something bad to her. She held onto the armrests of the chair, wanting to get up and leave.

Forrest slightly raised an eyebrow as he stood up.