Madelyn was not the only one who had gone crazy. First, Zach gave her a simple first aid. The cuts were shallow, and the scissor was sterilized every day. So, there was no need for a tetanus shot.

"Are you feeling better?" Zach asked.

Blood splatted on Madelyn's skirt. Due to the blood loss, her face was pale. Madelyn lowered her head and did not speak.

Zach swept her hair to the back of her ear and said, "I'll make breakfast for you. What do you want to eat?"

"Leave," Madelyn said.

"Then I'll make pasta," Zach answered. He was only proficient in making pasta. Both of them kept quiet as if nothing had happened before.

Zach cooked chicken pesto pasta and brought it to the table. He then grabbed a tiny bowl, put some pasta in it, poured some sauce, and gave it to her. The sauce overflowed and spilled onto the table. He then called for Madelyn, "Come and eat."

Madelyn stopped in her tracks. The leg that was about to step onto the stairs retracted. She was then pulled back to the sa