---- cozy, Timothy... The layout is exactly as the one we imagined we'd once have when we were abroad. " She became choked up, and the sound grated on Madeline's nerves. "Maddie, can you go into the room?" Timothy didn't respond to Lacey's words. Instead, he chased Madeline away. She could tell he wanted her gone. She felt like she'd been struck by lightning and was rendered speechless for a long time. "Why do you want me gone?" She had to admit that it was despicable for her to act like this, but she just wanted to make things tough for him. He looked at her and said somewhat patiently, " Lacey and I have something to talk about, so I need you to go into the room. I'll let you know when we're done." That instantly made Madeline's heart plummet. She held her head high and snarled, "This is my home. I can be wherever I like, and I don't want to ---- go to the bedroom. Can't I be here?" Timothy fell silent. He didn't argue with her, probably because he remembered she'd just been discharged from the hospital. He grabbed his keys from the table and said, "I'll see Lacey off, then." Madeline got it now. He and Lacey had to have this conversation, and they just had to do it without her around. Perhaps she wouldn't have been so agitated if he'd spoken to her about this in private; perhaps she would've done as he'd said. Even if it killed her inside, she would still feign generosity. But the fact that he'd done it with Lacey watching made her blood boil. She felt humiliated. "Does she need someone else's man to take her downstairs?"