All three people stared at her simultaneously. For a moment, every gaze in the room locked on Addison. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she remained silent. Seeing her quiet demeanor, Virginia couldn't hold back anymore. She turned to Mack and spoke with a confident tone. "Dr. Drew, Addison can't possibly know anyone from the Daves." Her voice was steady, carrying an air of certainty beyond doubt. Mack, however, didn't seem disappointed by Virginia's words. On the contrary, he appeared to latch onto something crucial as his tone grew a little excited. "This young lady's name ... " "Her name?" Virginia blinked in confusion, unsure of what Mack was getting at. Has this doctor spent too much time abroad? His Mandrathian was coming across as vague and unclear. Still, given his international reputation, Virginia maintained a polite tone and asked again, "I missed that. Could you repeat what you just said?" But Addison immediately grasped his meaning. He wasn't referring to her name, but her surname—Daves. Pressing her lips together, she glanced at Mack's eager expression. She decided to speak up first to dispel any suspicion of being related to the Daves. "Mack, are you asking about my surname?" She smiled calmly, her tone open and candid. "Yes, exactly!" Mack nodded repeatedly. "Ms. Daves, since your surname is Daves, does that mean you have ties to the Daves?" When Addison entered the operating room, Mack felt a strange familiarity, as if he'd seen her somewhere before. It was vague, and he couldn't quite put it into words. His memory wasn't the best, but there were few opportunities to meet someone who truly amazed you. So, even if it was someone he had seen a long time ago, someone who had left a lasting impression, he would remember them for a long time. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen Addison somewhere before, and this nagging feeling wouldn't leave his mind. If this woman before him belonged to the Daves, then the sensation of déjà vu would make perfect sense—perhaps he'd seen her at a Daves gathering. Moreover, she had a clear grasp of medical knowledge. Could she be one of the Daves' highly trained medical elites? The more Mack thought about it, the more reasonable the idea seemed. His eyes gleamed with anticipation. Addison noticed the hopeful glint in Mack's gaze but wasn't foolish enough to admit her identity. Just as she was about to deny it, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Mack, I believe there's some misunderstanding." Hearing the voice, Addison raised her eyebrows slightly. She lifted her head and met a pair of deep, dark eyes. Lance's expression was stern, and his tone was equally profound. "This lady isn't from the Daves. There's been a mistake." Addison's brows arched further. She hadn't even had the chance to speak, yet Lance answered faster than she did. Was he that eager to make it clear she wasn't from the Daves? Mack frowned at Lance's words. "Mr. Johnston, do you know Ms. Daves so well that you even know her family background?" Lance lowered his gaze and didn't answer directly. Instead, he changed the topic. "Regardless, all you need to know is that she's not from the Daves. "We should look for other ways to acquire the Daves' secret medicine. "Although the Johnstons are considered a small household in Kreshill, it still holds some standing in Halton. I'll find a way to secure the Daves's secret medicine." Lance's solemn tone left no room for doubt, as though he genuinely believed what he said. Addison smirked subtly. It seemed Lance had quite a bit of confidence in his family. Having lived in Halton for so long, he was probably oblivious to the vast world outside. There's always someone tougher, and there is always a more significant challenge ahead. Sure enough, Mack was taken aback by Lance's bold assertion. His usually composed and gentlemanly face revealed a trace of unease. After half a minute of thought, he finally responded, "Mr. Johnston, you may not fully understand the Daves's rules. "The Daves' rules are among the strictest in all of Kreshill." Lance's eyes flickered with surprise. His expression froze for a moment, and his brows knitted together. "What do you mean?" Before Mack could answer, Virginia eagerly jumped in, "Lance, I know!" After all, this was a rare opportunity for her to impress Lance, and she wouldn't let it slip by. "The Daves' medicine—besides those licensed to pharmaceutical companies—is tightly controlled. The authorized medications are produced in large quantities, so licensed companies can easily obtain them as needed." Lance nodded. He was aware of this part. "But aside from those, the Daves have another line of exclusive medicines that aren't licensed for mass production. These are always in short supply. "Whenever the Daves release those medicines, they're sold in limited quantities, and competition is fierce. Nobles and elites nationwide go to great lengths to get a single dose. The demand far outweighs the supply!" Addison listened quietly, her expression calm. Virginia seemed quite knowledgeable about the Daves. Compared to Lance, at least she understood where the Johnstons truly stood in the larger scheme of things. Halton could never compare to Kreshill. "And now we're talking about their secret medicine, something even more exclusive. The Daves only provide it to those with deep personal connections among Kreshill's aristocracy. "As for a family like ours ... " Virginia hesitated, her tone faltering slightly as she trailed off. Lance glanced at her and noticed her furrowed brow. Though her expression didn't shift much, her eyes betrayed a flicker of worry. He understood her meaning. "In short, there's no way we can obtain the Daves' secret medicine." Lance's brows knitted even tighter, and the room fell into a tense silence. Yet Mack still seemed unwilling to give up. He trusted his instincts and was sure he'd seen Addison before—and she was likely from the Daves."Ms. Daves, are you really not from the Daves?" Faced with Mack's persistence, Addison felt a pang of helplessness. She didn't know how to respond. But she guessed that Mack had definitely remembered her. There was a vague feeling in her heart as if he had seen her at the banquet, but he wasn't sure. That's why he kept asking, trying to clear up the uncertainty in his mind. Frustrated, she silently regretted not wearing a mask before entering the room. That way, Mack wouldn't have fixated on her being a Daves. Just as she pondered how to answer, her gaze landed on Virginia standing beside Lance. Suddenly, inspiration struck her. Her lashes quivered as she spoke calmly, "I remember Virginia being from the Daves, right?" When those words left her mouth, everyone's attention shifted to Virginia. Virginia's pupils contracted sharply. Only now did Lance recall Virginia previously mentioning how she had a connection to the Daves. His gaze turned deep, dark as midnight. "Virginia, since you're from the Daves, can you get the secret medicine?" The abrupt question caught Virginia off guard, and a flicker of excitement flashed in Lance's eyes. Virginia froze in place. Though she had claimed to be from the Daves, she knew better than anyone how things worked. The Daves had clear distinctions between direct and collateral lines; only direct blood relatives could access their exclusive medicines. How could anyone else get their hands on the Daves' secret medicine? For someone like her, obtaining the secret medicine was a pipe dream. But seeing Lance's hopeful gaze, she felt trapped by Addison's unexpected remark. Addison really knows how to hit a nerve! She must be doing it on purpose! Before Virginia could explain, Mack spoke up, clearly elated. "Since Ms. Dolton is from the Daves, we have nothing to worry about regarding the medicine!"Without giving Virginia a chance to interrupt, he continued, "Mr. Johnston, don't worry. Before that, I will treat Mr. Steven to keep him in the best possible condition his body can handle. "I guarantee that, until we have the Daves' secret medicine, there will be no further danger to his health." Lance nodded. Their exchange seemed to have sealed the assumption that Virginia could obtain the Daves's secret medicine. Virginia's gaze burned with resentment as she glared at Addison, her tightly clenched hands trembling slightly with suppressed anger.