---- He switched to texting her. He asked, ''Where are you? I want to talk to you in person about some things." However, he didn't receive any replies, even after waiting for ten minutes. Timothy's expression turned ugly. He clutched his phone so tightly that it was almost as if he would crush it. He'd already given Madeline the opportunity to patch things up with him. How could she not take it? This time, he called her. He tried several times, refusing to stop until she answered. But no matter how many times he dialed her number, he only heard the same robotic message. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is out of service." In the end, he grabbed a vase in his frustration and flung it at the wall, making it shatter. He roared, "Do whatever you like, Madeline! Get the hell out of my life since you want to play this game! It's not like I'll die without you!" ---- Timothy clutched his abdomen and stumbled to the master bedroom. There, he saw something that shocked him even more-an empty room with torn photos all over the floor. Had Madeline torn the photos of them together? Timothy's heart sank. Then, something occurred to him. He turned and bolted out the door like a madman.