Marilyn listened to these words, glanced briefly at her son, and didn't say anything further. "Go ahead, bring Ms. Dolton in," she instructed the bodyguard, pointing toward the door. "Yes, ma'am!" The bodyguard quickly obeyed the command and rushed off to fetch Virginia. Soon, the front door swung open, but instead of Virginia, a luxury car pulled up. Marilyn stood at the doorway, frowning slightly as she looked at the extravagant vehicle. She hadn't expected Virginia to be doing so well. After a few months with Lance, she had already upgraded her lifestyle this much? When Addison was still married with her son, even though she was chauffeured, it was never in such a nice car. It was obvious that her son was treating her differently than before. Lance, who was standing beside Marilyn, also frowned upon seeing the car. He'd never seen it before. And it certainly wasn't Virginia's. He took a few steps forward. His footsteps were silent on the floor, but there was an unmistakable air of wariness about him. The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in formal attire stepped out. He wore silver-framed glasses and had a calm demeanor, giving off an aura of maturity and composure. Marilyn turned her head slightly toward Lance. Her son even hired a butler for Virginia? This was outrageous. The middle-aged man didn't acknowledge the Johnstons but extended his hand toward the car to help the passenger out. A hand reached out from the car. A woman used the man's hand to steady herself as she stepped out. Lance raised his eyes to look.But instead of Virginia, it was a strikingly beautiful woman with captivating almond-shaped eyes that could draw anyone in. "Who are you?" Lance asked, impatience creeping into his voice. "Where's Virginia?" Georgina frowned as she took in the sight of the man in a suit standing at the door. He seemed so cold and unapproachable. She frowned at this. This is the lover Virginia had mentioned in the car? He doesn't seem easygoing. "Who I am doesn't matter. Virginia's in the car," Georgina said dismissively, barely sparing Lance a glance. After all, this was the man who couldn't even take care of his own woman, who allowed her to be treated so terribly. If Georgina hadn't stepped in, Virginia might have been tormented by those sc*undrels. It was better to have no man than one like him. "In the car?" Lance repeated, looking toward the vehicle. "Why isn't she coming out?" "What's your rush? Virginia's hurt. She can't get out of the car," Georgina replied, rolling her eyes openly at Lance. He was caught off guard by the sudden eye roll and was about to speak when Virginia's voice came from the car. "Lance, I'm hurt and can't get out," she said. "Ms. Hamilton here is the one who saved me. She's my savior. I hope you won't make things difficult for her." Lance heard her words and couldn't bring himself to make things difficult for Georgina. Suddenly, he was struck by Virginia's words. She's hurt? "You're hurt?" Virginia nodded weakly. "Mmm," she responded, her voice tinged with guilt. As though she worried it would upset him, she quickly added, "But Lance, it's not a serious injury; don't worry. "Lance, please don't worry about me. I'll get out now," she said, bracing herself against the door and the seat, gritting her teeth as she forced herself to step out of the car. Georgina quickly moved over to help. "Ms. Hamilton, you don't need to assist me. I'm not that fragile," Virginia said with a smile, though she was clearly struggling as she slowly shifted her injured leg, blood still dripping. Lance had been standing too far away earlier to notice the extent of Virginia's injuries, but as she moved closer to the car door, he saw it clearly. "What?" He frowned at the sight. Her left pant was completely soaked in blood, there were small cuts across her face, and bruises were visible around her neck. The overall sight was a mix of distress and devastation. Lance was astounded at the sight of Virginia. Without thinking, he rushed forward and lifted Virginia into his arms. "Aaah!" Virginia gasped in surprise when he suddenly scooped her up. "Lance, I'm fine. You don't have to carry me. There are so many people watching," she protested, trying to appear flustered and embarrassed as she buried her face in his chest. "How can you say you're fine? These injuries are serious!" Lance frowned deeply, his voice firm as he hurried toward the house. "Call Dr. Parker now!" Marilyn stood at the door, watching as her son carried Virginia inside. She was displeased, but when she saw the state of Virginia's leg, her words got stuck in her throat. How could she have ended up so badly hurt? Blood had even dripped all the way inside. Though Marilyn didn't like Virginia, she knew right from wrong. Seeing how badly hurt Virginia was, she understood that treatment was the most important thing right now. ...Inside the house, Lance finally set Virginia down on a chair. As he gazed down at her bloodstained pants, a complex mixture of emotions filled him. Virginia noticed his gaze and looked up at him with a faint smile in her eyes. "Lance, don't frown. I'm not in pain," she said, trying to move her leg slightly to prove she was fine. But as soon as she moved, a sharp pain shot through her, and she winced. She hissed, "Ouch ... " Lance immediately supported her leg. "How could you not be in pain?" "Stop moving," Lance said, his brow furrowing even tighter as Virginia shifted, as though it might twist into a knot. "It was just a little accident," Virginia teased with a playful smile, sticking out her tongue. But Lance, who had known her so well, could tell she was just trying to push through. Beneath that bright smile was the obvious effort to hide the pain. Virginia's smile was dazzling, but it only made him feel more sorrow for her. Lance looked away, unable to meet her gaze. "Why didn't you go to the hospital right away?" "Because..." Virginia began, but then she realized he wasn't asking her—he was looking at Georgina. His tone was unusually serious. Georgina crossed her arms, her voice cool. "I did try to take her to the hospital immediately, but she wouldn't go. She insisted on coming here first to see you. "When a girl was wronged, the first person she wants to see is always her family," Georgina added, shooting Lance a look of disdain. "You're a grown man, and you couldn't even protect her." "Wronged?" Lance's voice was filled with disbelief, a flash of confusion in his eyes. "Were you wronged?""No, no," Virginia hurriedly waved her hands, "I wasn't wronged. It was just an accident. Don't worry, Lance. "The reason I didn't go to the hospital is because it's too far. And I didn't want to keep Ms. Hamilton waiting. So, in the end, I had no choice but to come here first. "Please don't blame me," Virginia added softly; her eyes carried hints of grievances. She clearly remembered Lance's earlier words. Without his permission, she wasn't to step inside the Johnston Residence. "I know Marilyn doesn't want me here, but this was the only option. I hope she doesn't blame me, either." Virginia's voice was fragile, filled with quiet regret. Every word she spoke seemed to carry an apology. Even someone with a hardened heart would find it difficult to say anything more after hearing her.