The girl sat in the car, her face small and delicate, no larger than the palm of a hand. The most striking feature was her large eyes, like two glistening grapes. Those lively, wide eyes paired with the soft smile on her face exuded an innocent charm. It was none other than Virginia. She sat in the car, surrounded by piles of luxury shopping bags, clearly having bought so many high-end items that the trunk was unable to fit them all. In the end, she had no choice but to place the bags on the back seat. The bright smile on Virginia's face made it clear she had just finished a shopping spree and was in high spirits. However, Virginia must have felt a bit bored from sitting in the car for too long, as she casually grabbed one of the shopping bags from the pile. Hearing the rustling from the back seat, Francesca, sitting in the front passenger seat, couldn't help but glance at Virginia through the rearview mirror. Earlier, while shopping at the mall, Virginia had put on the air of the Johnston family matriarch. With a casual glance of her eyes and a light wave of her fingers, rows of luxury goods were quickly packed away. Her extravagant behavior had shocked Francesca ... Even now, sitting in the car, Francesca could still feel the shock she had experienced when she witnessed that scene. Rich people were rich, as the saying went. She had often heard that the wealthy spent money recklessly, treating it like dirt. What she had witnessed today confirmed that. However, a sly glint suddenly appeared in Francesca's wrinkled eyes. When she had been with Addison, she had never seen her spend money so lavishly. In fact, Addison rarely went shopping or splurged on luxury goods—it was clear that money had been tight for her. In stark contrast to Virginia's carefree spending, Addison seemed embarrassingly frugal. Francesca couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, silently congratulating herself for choosing the right side. Even in something as simple as spending habits, it was obvious that Lance favored Virginia over Addison. Virginia, relaxed and carefree, hadn't given much thought to the items she'd purchased earlier. With nothing else to do in the car, she decided to pass the time by examining them more closely. She extended her well-manicured hand and reached for one of the shopping bags. She opened the shopping bag to find a paper box adorned with shiny wrapping paper and satin ribbon. With a casual motion, she untied the ribbon, revealing a pure coffee-colored cashmere shawl inside. Virginia frowned. The shawl's design felt outdated, completely unlike her style. As for giving it to Lance ... she thought for a moment, and it didn't seem to suit his taste either. "Francesca," Virginia said, glancing up with a lazy tone. Francesca quickly snapped back to attention and quickly responded, "Yes, Ms. Dolton, what is it?" Virginia casually extended her arm, handing her the cashmere shawl. "This shawl is for you." Francesca blinked in surprise. "I spotted it in the mall and thought it was perfect for you—the style and color really suit you." Francesca's eyes flickered with hesitation. She reached halfway toward the shawl, then hesitated, unsure whether to take it. Seeing that Francesca hesitated to take the shawl, Virginia maintained a warm smile. "I've been meaning to get you something for all the hard work you've put in looking after me. When I saw this shawl today, I knew it would be perfect for you. Please, take it!" Virginia spoke the lie as easily as if it were the truth. After hearing this, Francesca's timidity was replaced by a little touch of emotion, "Ms. Dolton ... you ... " "I remember everything you have done for me. This shawl is specially picked for you. Please accept it quickly. If you don't accept it, I will be angry." Virginia pretended to be angry, but her eyes were full of affection. Francesca was moved. She knew her position—she was just a maid, of humble status. She had never imagined that her mistress would care for her in such a way, let alone select a gift with her in mind. "Thank you, Ms. Dolton, thank you... " Francesca repeated her gratitude, her emotions hard to contain. Virginia smiled, her expression warm and kind. "I remember you like coffee-colored things, right? If I'm mistaken, I'll go back and exchange it."By casually passing on something she didn't want, Virginia not only got rid of an item she didn't need but also earned a favor from Francesca. It was a win-win. "That's right, I do like coffee-colored items. I can't believe Ms. Dolton remembers my favorite color so well ... It's really ... really unexpected," Francesca struggled to find the right words, overwhelmed by emotion. Virginia smiled. The shawl is a good investment. Seeing Francesca's reaction, it was clear that she was deeply touched. If Virginia continued to show her kindness, Francesca would undoubtedly follow her loyally in the future. "Don't be so polite. We're family. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to tell me. Don't keep things to yourself," Virginia said with a warm smile. Francesca nodded repeatedly. Virginia watched Francesca's expression with satisfaction, pleased with how it had turned out. She then shifted her gaze away, feeling content. As the car continued forward, a comfortable silence settled in. Virginia, bored, turned her attention to the view outside the window. The car slowed as it approached a red traffic light. Virginia's expression suddenly changed. Her smile disappeared, and her brow furrowed in disbelief, as if unsure whether what she was seeing was real. "Ms. Dolton, is everything alright?" Francesca asked, noticing the change in Virginia's demeanor through the rearview mirror. Her voice held genuine concern this time, not the usual flattery. "Stop! Pull over, now!" Virginia commanded, her brows knitting together. Across the street, she spotted a woman dressed in black, and the figure unmistakably looked like Addison. The driver hesitated, his hands gripping the steering wheel. "It's not really a good time to stop ... " "I said stop, so stop!" Virginia snapped, her patience running thin. "Don't question me! Just do it!" Seeing the anger on Virginia's face, Francesca quickly added, "Didn't you hear? Stop the car!" Reluctantly, the driver pulled over.Virginia's eyes widened as she focused on the figure in the distance. For some reason, the woman suddenly turned her head. Virginia squinted. That face—it was unmistakably Addison! And standing beside her was a man. Across from the car, Addison wore a polite smile. "Let me take out my phone and send you Ryan's WhatsApp contact." As she spoke, she lowered her head to retrieve her phone from her bag. But she fumbled slightly, and the bag slipped from her hands. Addison quickly bent down to pick it up. Michael quickly bent down to grab the bag at the same time, and they collided unexpectedly. Addison winced in pain and instinctively looked up, only to find herself pressed against Michael, who was just as startled. In that brief moment, they were almost touching, and Michael could feel Addison's breath, steady and warm, grazing his skin. A soft, floral scent wafted from her hair, adding to the surreal moment. Michael froze, as if time had stopped around him, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. The atmosphere grew oddly tense. Sitting not far away in her car, Virginia witnessed this scene, her smile almost uncontrollable. Virginia couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. So lucky to witness such a scene! A smile tugged at her lips. Didn't Addison say she was wronged? Now that they're hugging each other ... it's as clear as day! Let's see how Addison can still defend herself! With a sly grin, she quickly grabbed her phone, capturing the moment before her.