---- "T'm not feeling well. I'll sleep in the guest room." With that, Madeline turned to leave. However, Timothy grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the table. "Are you upset, Madeline?" He rarely called her this seriously. She looked into his eyes and caught a trace of irritation in them. He growled, "What exactly are you upset about? Don't tell me it's because of such a small matter. Lacey has depression and a congenital heart disorder-she can hurt herself at any moment! I can't just leave her to die." Madeline didn't know what to say in response. He seemed to have run out of patience for her. After a while, she decided to avoid trouble wherever she could. She said, ''Look, I believe you. It's normal for her to have mood swings, and it's dangerous to leave her alone." She sidestepped him and turned to leave. "Well, that's that. I'm tired, and I'm going to bed." "Madeline Carlton!" Timothy refused to let go. "What now?" She gave him a puzzled look. Their ---- gazes met in silent confrontation-he seemed to want to glean something from the look in her eyes, but he didn't find anything. In the end, she yanked her wrist out of his hold and headed to the guest room. As soon as she sat down, she heard the main door slamming shut. She poked her head out of the room to see that Timothy had gone out again. He'd explained himself to her and given her the chance to smooth things over. However, she'd refused to do it. That had pissed him off. That night, Madeline was plagued by restless thoughts. She only fell asleep when it was almost dawn.