At the dining

"My breath stinks... you're saying my breath stinks?" Madison laughed to herself after Linnea said that.

"If you're not ready to speak in your room, tell me and I'll head straight to the dining room." Linnea turned and started to walk away, but Madison charged at her.

"Come here, bitch." She pulled Linnea closer and attempted to slap her, but her hand suddenly froze in the air.

"What... What is this?" she asked, looking at her hand, which was still suspended in the air.

"Madison!" Beta Benjamin snapped.

"Dad!" Madison looked behind her to see him holding her. He was the one stopping her from hitting Linnea.

"What are you trying to do to our guest? She came here as our guest, didn't she? You shouldn't treat our guest this way," Beta Benjamin scolded her.

"But, Dad..." Madison frowned. Usually, her dad would turn a blind eye to this. Why was he intervening today?

"Apologize to her."

"What?"