Ryan stepped out of the car, intending to bring the food he had personally prepared with him, when he looked up and immediately spotted Lance. The man stood there, exuding an air of coldness. Their eyes met. Lance's gaze was anything but friendly. Isaac, however, didn't notice the tension in the air. He motioned for the bodyguards to unload the food. Then, he jogged over to Lance and said, "Boss, unless there's a problem, should we start distributing the meals?" Lance pressed his lips together, silent. Isaac, noticing the lack of a response, glanced up at him. Hmm? What's going on? Why did this man purchase such a large amount of food? The atmosphere seemed off. Unconsciously, Isaac swallowed the words he was about to speak. He squinted at the man in front of him—young, with a bright, sunny appearance, and strangely familiar. But he couldn't recall where he'd seen him before. The tension between them grew, and an icy chill filled the air. After a long silence, Ryan cracked a smile and broke the tense silence. "Mr. Johnston, here to see a doctor? "Is there a heart issue? Dr. Daves is an expert in cardiology. He could definitely help you." Ryan's tone was one of superiority, subtly implying that he and Dr. Daves were close, while Lance was nothing more than a guest. "I'm not sick," Lance replied, his face expressionless but irritated. "Then what are you here for?" Ryan tilted his head. "Did you come to deliver food?" He glanced back at the food Isaac had just unloaded. The meals were perfectly prepared, looking exquisite, and clearly cost a fortune. But it was obvious that Lance hadn't made them himself.The food he brought to Addison was something he had made himself. Lance couldn't compare with him. Ryan relaxed a bit. "But Mr. Johnston," Ryan raised an eyebrow, "what's your role in delivering the food?" He couldn't understand why Lance kept lingering around Dr. Daves, especially if a divorce was imminent. It bothered him. Ryan's frustration was clear. Lance furrowed his brow. What role? At this, Lance involuntarily turned his gaze toward Addison. Hearing Ryan's question, Lance involuntarily glanced toward Addison in the distance. She was standing next to a little girl, no more than six years old. The girl was small and cute, but her clothes were a bit shabby. Fragile and vulnerable, that little girl looked like she had lost her way. Addison was gently pushing the girl's hair away from her face, murmuring comforting words. Her expression was tender, much like it had been back when she lived at the Johnston Residence. Lance's jaw tightened, and he quickly turned his attention away. "Mr. Johnston, why so quiet?" Ryan pressed, stepping closer. "A grown man like you shouldn't be so hesitant," he added with a sharp edge. Lance's face remained stern, though his thoughts were elsewhere. He had felt Addison's gaze while standing in the crowd. Her eyes had lingered on him, especially on his face, with a certain restrained emotion he couldn't ignore. He had seen this kind of complex, restrained look from her more than once. Since Addison had made the decision to leave him, there had always been times when she appeared to be absent during their rare moments together. At first, he was irritated—how dare she zone out in front of him? But as time passed, he realized that although she appeared distracted, she was actually staring at his face, gazing intensely yet with a hint of confusion.That slight confusion bothered him, but compared to the powerful emotions he saw in Addison's eyes, it seemed unimportant. If there were no love between them, would Addison look at him like that? He couldn't believe it. Ryan stood before the man, who remained silent for a long time. He must have lost patience. Perhaps it was the weight of his feelings for Addison that had built up over time, causing him to blurt out, "Do you still have feelings for Ms. Daves?" Ryan's question was blunt and direct. After the words left his mouth, his eyes locked onto Lance, waiting for a response. Feelings for Addison? Maybe it was the smile she had given him earlier that stirred something within Lance. His brow furrowed as he found himself actually considering the question. My feelings for Addison is ... ? But that moment of hesitation was brief, quickly brushed aside. I have feelings for Addison? Ridiculous. Lance let out a cold laugh, forcing himself to clear his mind. Addison was a master at playing games with him, but he wouldn't fall for it. "I have no feelings for Ms. Daves, not now, not ever," he said flatly, his voice as cold as his expression. He wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Her role had always been that of a substitute, and any emotional connection with her was forbidden. If he allowed himself to care, wouldn't that be a betrayal of Virginia? "Is that so?" Ryan said, skeptical. "Then why did you travel so far to attend this medical consultation and even bring Ms. Daves dinner?" Ryan felt a knot tighten in his chest, but Lance's words eased his worries slightly.Still, there was lingering doubt. "Why spend so much money buying meals for so many people?" Lance's expression remained impassive. "When you want something, you naturally need to offer something in return." Exactly. He was there because he needed something from Addison, which was why he bought dinner for so many doctors. Addison's meal was just a part of that, a small gesture. "Ms. Daves is also a doctor here. Of course, I bought her dinner too. Mr. Zimmer, please don't read too much into it." Isaac, standing to the side, couldn't help but purse his lips at this turn of events. Just moments ago, his boss had instructed him to get the best meal for Leo and Addison. Wasn't that a special treatment? Now, he was saying that Ms. Daves' meal was no different from any other doctor's—nothing special at all. Isaac found it all impossible to figure out. "Well, alright then," Ryan said with a slight nod. "Since Mr. Johnston claims to have no feelings for Ms. Daves, I trust you will stick to that and maintain proper boundaries in your interactions." With that, Ryan turned and walked straight toward Addison. Lance's dark eyes followed Ryan's every move, his expression hardening. "Mr. Johnston, should we distribute the meals?" After Ryan left, Isaac finally approached and asked cautiously. Lance's gaze shifted to where Ryan was now standing with Addison. The moment Ryan arrived, the woman greeted him with a beaming smile. The two of them then crouched down in front of the little girl, one soothing her and the other making her laugh. It looked like a perfect, happy scene. Lance's jaw clenched involuntarily, and his face grew even colder. "Very well," he muttered. Anyone watching might have assumed the three of them were a family of three."Boss, what did you say? I didn't quite catch that," Isaac said, still confused. Lance forced himself to look away and coolly muttered, "Don't distribute the meals." What? Don't distribute them? Isaac was shocked. "Why did he change his mind? Boss had spent so much money on these." "But these meals ... " Isaac protested weakly. "I said don't distribute them," Lance repeated, his voice unwavering. "Handle it however you want," he added, his tone cold. Lance cast one last glance at the two people in the distance, then turned and walked away. Isaac stood there, utterly confused. Please don't do this to me! Just hours ago, Isaac had envied the doctors who would get to eat food from Grimwell Restaurant. Now, he wasn't envious at all. What should I do with all these foods? Isaac buried his face in his hands, feeling utterly helpless.