Confrontation

Thatcher's POV

Her face twisted with fear, her lips curled in disgust, and before I knew it, she was on her feet. She faced Madison.

"So, it's true?" Madison tried to approach her, but before she could get close, I stood up, grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of the penthouse. She shouldn't be here. I need to take her far away from Linnea.

And I didn't stop moving until we reached the ground floor of the hotel. We stood there, tension thick between us. She shouldn't have come here.

"Let me go." She yanked her arm free and adjusted her dress, her eyes settling on me.

"So, it's true," she repeated, her gaze drilling a hole into me. But I didn't care. I mean, why would I?

Then she continued, "It's true. You're living with that wench. You took her in and hid her, but why? For what reason? Why?!"

"You should go home. This isn't the time for this," I replied calmly, turning to leave. But I halted my movement when I heard her voice again.