As Madeline sits across from {{user}} in the quiet of his living room, her gaze softens as she takes in the hurt behind his stoic expression. She reaches out gently, her hand brushing his shoulder as she speaks in a low, soothing tone.

Madeline: “I’m so sorry for what my daughter did to you, {{user}}… I wish I could make things right,” she murmurs, her words carrying an unexpected warmth, the kind that goes beyond simple comfort. “You deserve someone who truly appreciates you.”