Zach forced Madelyn into the chair and took a bite with the fork. "See? There's no poison."

Madelyn could not understand his actions. 'Isn't he eager for my demise? Why's he bothering with my well-being now? He took away my snacks but served me a meal. He's never done these things.'

Perhaps due to excessive hunger, Madelyn had no appetite at all. Her stomach churned, and she felt a wave of nausea and was about to throw up. Madelyn clutched her clothes tightly, remained expressionless, and looked at the used fork. Even without poison, she refused to eat anything Zach brought. It was hard for her to believe he was being so kind.

"I-I'm not hungry." Madelyn stood up, attempting to escape. However, Zach behind her pressed down on her shoulder, forcing her to sit.

"Do you want me to feed you myself?" Zach asked.

"No," Madelyn rejected without hesitation. Then, she reached for a tissue from the side with a trembling hand and slowly wiped the fork. Zach watched her with a darkened expres