"Harvey?" Addison repeated the name with a frown. "Who is that?" Marilyn looked at her quizzically, "You don't know Harvey?" She scrutinized Addison's face, searching for any flicker of recognition. "I've never heard that name before." Addison maintained an innocent and puzzled demeanor. "Who is Harvey?" She locked eyes with Marilyn, understanding the skepticism in her gaze. Having spent considerable time with Virginia, Addison had picked up a few tricks. The saying goes, ‘You are influenced by the company you keep.' Virginia's exceptional acting had rubbed off on her somewhat, making handling Marilyn relatively straightforward. "Marilyn, why do you look so concerned? Is Harvey someone important to you?" She fluttered her eyelashes curiously. Marilyn continued to study Addison intently, but eventually, she saw nothing amiss and averted her gaze with a sigh. "It's nothing." Realizing Marilyn was not going to pursue the topic further, Addison decided to change the subject. "Marilyn, it's getting late. Maybe you should head home?" Lost in thought, Marilyn only vaguely noted the setting sun when Addison mentioned the time. She nodded silently, her mind elsewhere. Seizing the moment of distraction, Addison discreetly clutched the brooch tighter and tucked it away. "Marilyn?" Marilyn came back to her senses. "Addison, what were you saying?" Addison furrowed her brows, wondering what Marilyn was thinking. Was she reminiscing about Harvey, who had been gone for so long? Patiently she repeated, "I said, it's getting late. Why don't you head back home first?"Marilyn looked perplexed but shook her head. "Addison, something feels off." "What's off?" "Let me see that brooch again," Marilyn reached out to grab the brooch from Addison's hand. Her hand landed on the carpet, and she groped around without finding the brooch. Addison watched Marilyn's efforts without expression. Marilyn's hand, cared for over the years, was exceptionally smooth, and when her cold skin touched Addison's, it sent a chill through her, reminding her uncomfortably of Lance. A wave of revulsion swept through her, and she quickly pulled her hand back. "Addison, where's that brooch from earlier?" Marilyn persisted. "Look, it's really late. You should head home," Addison said, inching back. "I just want to take another look at that brooch, please?" Marilyn pleaded with a hint of desperation in her eyes. Such desperation was heart-wrenching to see. Addison relented, acknowledging that the brooch indeed belonged to her son. She should at least let her have a look at it. With this in mind, Addison slowly reached behind her to retrieve the brooch. Midway, an idea struck her, "Marilyn, I'll let you see the brooch, but please stand up first, okay?" Marilyn stubbornly remained on her knees. "Addison, I'm sorry to you and to Johnston. It's right for me to stay down. It's you who should stand." Addison's expression hardened. "If you don't stand up, I won't show you the brooch." Marilyn looked up at her. Addison stubbornly stared at Marilyn. After a moment, Marilyn hesitated and finally said, "I'll stand, okay?" Seeing Marilyn ready to relent, Addison felt a sense of relief. She tried to stand up to help Marilyn off the ground. However, having been on her knees for so long, Addison's legs had grown stiff, making it difficult for her to rise quickly.Gordon noticed this and rushed over to lend a hand. Addison waved him off, "Don't worry about me. Help Marilyn first." Marilyn had been on the ground longer, likely making her legs even stiffer. Ignoring her, Gordon reached out to help Addison instead. Addison frowned, "Gordon, I told you to help Marilyn. I can manage on my own." However, Gordon did not withdraw his hand. Meeting his steady gaze, Addison sighed, "Okay, help me up first." Despite being his boss, she knew arguing with Gordon was futile. Once on her feet, she sat on the sofa and began massaging her calves. Meanwhile, Gordon helped Marilyn up. She joined Addison on the sofa, showing no sign of discomfort, and she immediately addressed Addison. "Can you let me see that brooch now?" Addison nodded and handed the brooch to Marilyn. Marilyn's hands trembled as she took the brooch, and tears quickly filled her eyes. "This brooch ... it looks just like Harvey's ... " Overwhelmed, Marilyn could not hold back her tears any longer, sobbing uncontrollably as years of pent-up emotions came pouring out. Addison watched as Marilyn, overwhelmed with emotion, her eyelashes fluttering, slowly reached out to embrace her. Harvey ... I guess I am not the only one who remembers you. Your family does too ... Holding Marilyn gently, Addison soothed her as she cried uncontrollably, the sound echoing in her ears. That brooch Harvey had given her on a snowy day still lingered in her memory. It had been particularly heavy snow, the air filled with swirling flakes, like drifting cotton. It was her first snow abroad, a moment she thought she had been facing alone, yet there was someone who cared right beside her.... Eventually, Marilyn's sobs subsided. She sat up from Addison's embrace, touching the tear stains on her cheeks. "I lost control today. "My son Harvey had one of these. It was from his grandmother and a Johnston family heirloom. "His grandmother told him that if he found a girl he wanted to be with, he should give this brooch to her." Addison muttered, puzzled, "A family heirloom?" Her eyes fixed on the brooch, her mind buzzing. "Yes, it's a true Johnston heirloom. Sadly, there's only one, and it went to Harvey; Lance never got one. "Back then, Lance wanted this brooch too and even fought with Harvey over it!" Marilyn recalled with a faint smile, picturing Lance and Harvey arguing in her mind. Addison was taken aback. Harvey had given her this brooch the third time they met. They had barely known each other then. It had been a chance encounter during a heavy snowfall. Addison had thought it was just a casual gift when Harvey handed it to her, so she accepted it ... He had given her such a significant heirloom so casually on their third encounter?