Madelyn supported the bed with her hands, sat up quickly, and leaned backward. "W-Why are you here? Where's Margaret?"

Zach noticed the hate and fear in her eyes. "Madelyn, do you hate seeing me that much?" he asked.

Madelyn clutched the quilt nervously. She avoided looking at him and said coldly, "You don't have to pretend. Even if you didn't come here, Hayson won't punish you. Having Margaret here is enough."

However, Zach did not take her words to heart. He stood up and opened the thermos he brought from home, "Rosario made you some ginger tea with a boiled egg in it. It's still warm."

"I don't want to drink it. Just go home!" Madelyn said in a cold tone.

Zach ignored Madelyn and filled a bowl for her. He held a spoon and brought it to her lips. His gaze was assertive, leaving no room for refusal.

Smack!

Clang!

The bowl fell directly to the ground. It rolled a few times before coming to a stop on a side. Madelyn looked at him amusedly and mocked, "There's no one else here. Y