"Mr. Steven's current condition requires the Daves's secret herbal medicine, and it's urgent. We can't afford to wait any longer." Lance scoffed coldly at Addison's words, clearly unimpressed. "The Daves's secret herbal medicine? "You really can say anything, can't you? Have you ever set foot in the Daves's residence at Kreshill? Do you even know what herbs they have?" She hasn't even been inside the Daves's gates, yet here she is, claiming that Grandpa needs their exclusive herbal medicine. Is she out of her mind? "And besides, do you think the Daves's herbal medicine is something the Johnstons can just take as they please?" His words were sharp, and his expression made it clear that he found the situation infuriating. "Lance, what's with that attitude?" Addison's temper flared. She knew he had misunderstandings about her, but she had assumed he was at least reasonable enough to focus on the more pressing issue. He should've realized that saving Steven came first, not bickering like this. "Lance, do you even understand what's important right now? Our top priority is to save Mr. Steven, not argue over irrelevant things!" Her tone grew urgent. Lance, however, seemed unmoved by her words. He stared at her and replied, "Of course, I know what's important. I don't need you to remind me. "I've already contacted an internationally renowned doctor—Dr. Mack Drew. He can save Grandpa." Dr. Drew? Addison racked her brain for the name. She had indeed heard of him—one of the most famous doctors in a neighboring country. But at this time, he was likely abroad. How could he possibly arrive in time? In critical medical emergencies, every second counts. Waiting for someone who was halfway across the world could very well cost Steven's life. But Lance's stance was firm. Left with no other choice, Addison realized that if he insisted on arguing over Steven's sudden deterioration, she might as well make things clear. Her lashes quivered slightly as she composed herself."Mr. Steven's condition has nothing to do with me." Her gaze was steady as if she were merely stating facts. Then, she added, "Do you really think I'm responsible?" Lance didn't answer directly. Addison found it laughable. "You think I did this? Lance, do you have a brain?" "If I truly wanted to harm Mr. Steven, why would I do it in such an obvious way by performing surgery on him myself? That's like offering myself up to be caught!" Wasn't that reasoning simple enough for him to understand? "Only you would be foolish enough to think I'd be that blatant," she added sarcastically. Lance's grip on his phone tightened slightly, and a ripple of uncertainty passed through his mind. "Other than you, no one else touched Grandpa. "Stop pretending." "Pretending? What exactly would I gain from pretending?" Addison felt her head buzz at his accusation. She sighed deeply before continuing, "You just said no one, but I touched Mr. Steven? "Do you realize that if someone truly wanted to harm a frail elderly man, they wouldn't need to physically touch him at all?" Lance's eyes darkened immediately. No need to touch him at all? In his earlier agitation, he had taken Virginia's words at face value without question. But now, hearing Addison's explanation, he suddenly wondered if he had been too quick to trust Virginia. Memories of Virginia's past mistakes, her meddlesome behavior, and her frequent lies flashed through his mind like a slideshow. Virginia had been back from abroad for quite a while, and Lance had already noticed that she was no longer the innocent and adorable girl she once was. She had changed a lot. She had become insecure and more calculating and learned to lie.For a moment, hesitation crept into his heart. Before he could speak, the sound of heels clicking against the floor echoed behind him. Both he and Addison turned to see Virginia approaching. "Not needing to touch the patient? I've never heard of such nonsense," Virginia said as she walked toward them. "There's no way that's possible. You're just making excuses to cover your tracks." She had been hiding in a corner, listening to their conversation. When she noticed Lance's hesitation, she couldn't hold back any longer. Addison had almost managed to sway him in just a few sentences. This wasn't a good sign. "Of course, you haven't heard of it." Addison raised an eyebrow. Addison had long noticed Virginia standing in the corner but couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her. Now, had she finally reached her breaking point? "You don't know because you're not a medical professional. If you did, that would actually be more suspicious." Virginia's gaze flickered as she studied Addison's composed expression. Her expression was calm, showing no trace of anger or loss of control from being wronged, nor any panic or fear. Only tranquility—endless tranquility. Seeing her like this made Virginia uneasy. She even started to reconsider her earlier thoughts. Addison's moral standards were indeed high, but she was unshakably calm in return. Her composure made it seem as though nothing could stir her emotions. Such a person was dangerous. "If you're so confident, why don't you explain exactly how someone could harm someone without touching them?" Virginia tried to steady her voice. "Oh, there are plenty of methods," Addison replied with a smirk. "Do you want to hear them?" Virginia's eyes were filled with complexity, her thoughts unclear. After a moment, she nodded. Addison smiled faintly. "Since you're so eager, I'll gladly share."Virginia kept her gaze locked on Addison, bracing herself. Just as Addison opened her mouth to speak, she suddenly changed her mind. "Are you sure you want to know?" Feeling mocked, Virginia sneered. "What? Suddenly too afraid to say it?" Addison shook her head. "Not at all. "I just want to remind you—if someone really did this, it's bound to leave evidence. If we investigate thoroughly, the truth will come out. I hope Ms. Dolton is mentally prepared." The implication was clear—if Virginia had played any tricks, she wouldn't be able to cover them up forever. There's no such thing as a perfect crime. Virginia's face turned pale. For some reason, Addison's words stirred real fear in her heart—the fear that her schemes might be exposed. "What's wrong? You don't look well, Ms. Dolton," Addison remarked with feigned concern, her tone laced with mockery. Lance's gaze followed Addison's words, fixing on Virginia. She waved her hands nervously. "I'm fine. Just feeling a bit stuffy, that's all." She took a deep breath and tried to convince herself that Addison couldn't have such skills. But no matter how she reassured herself, a nagging sense of unease remained. Unable to maintain her composure any longer, she forced a smile. "Lance, let's hurry and check on Mr. Steven. We shouldn't waste time with Addison." Grabbing his sleeve, she tried to drag him toward the operating room. "Leaving so soon? But I haven't finished," Addison said, her lips curling as she watched Virginia's flustered retreat. Virginia quickened her pace. Addison said, Raising her voice, "Ms. Dolton may not want to hear, but don't you, Lance? Don't you want to know who's really behind Mr. Steven's condition?" Lance stopped in his tracks, though he didn't turn around immediately. He seemed hesitant. Seeing this, Addison pressed on, "Dr. Drew hasn't arrived yet, and you can't do much in the meantime. Why not stay and listen?"Her reasoning was hard to refute. Virginia grew anxious. Clutching Lance's arm tightly, she shook her head. "Lance, let's go!" But he didn't seem to hear her. He paused, turned around, and looked at Addison. "Go ahead." Virginia stiffened.