'Zach should have known this would happen once he chose to take off the mask and lay all his cards down on the table. He should have known that we were destined to end up in this predicament. He should just keep doing his thing while I live my life, neither of us interfering with each other. By the time he gains complete control of the Jent family, I might not even be in Ventropolis anymore.' Madelyn thought.

"What's the point of throwing a tantrum at me?" Zach asked as he watched the bowl roll around the floor. It was very sturdy and did not break. "I won't say it a second time; lie back down!"

Madelyn's frail body stood by the door. She did not budge as the cold wind from the outside blew through her loose clothing. The emptiness made her cold, and her stomach started to throb with pain. At the same time, the awkward mood was broken by a nurse's voice asking, "Why are you out of bed? Are you not in pain anymore?"

She continued to ask, "I heard both of you fighting from the corrido