Lance quickly reached out and grabbed Addison's wrist. "I'm serious. "You can have whatever you want. I just want that invitation," his voice calm but firm. Addison turned, glancing down at her wrist where his hand still gripped tightly. She raised an eyebrow, silently telling him to hurry up and let go. Lance caught the look in her eyes and immediately realized his hold was inappropriate. He reluctantly released her wrist. But just as his hand left her, he hesitated, afraid she'd walk away. His hand hovered in the air, unsure whether to pull it back or leave it hanging. Addison lowered her gaze, rotating her wrist to ease the pain from his tight grip. "I'm only after that invitation because I heard the Divine Healer will be at this medical conference," he continued, his tone calm. "And you know as well as I do that if we want grandpa to wake up, we need the Divine Healer's help." Hearing this, Addison's eyelashes fluttered. She looked up at Lance, her eyes searching his face. He wore an unusual expression of seriousness, his eyes full of concern for Steven. Despite Lance's usual cold and indifferent demeanor, which made him hard to approach, he was still human. And as a human, he had emotions. If a loved one's life was slipping away in front of him, he would fight with everything he had to save them. At this moment, Lance's concern was palpable, far removed from his usual ruthlessness. Addison's attitude softened slightly. The man seemed worried she might refuse, so he continued, "Grandpa was treated by Dr. Daves. Dr. Daves bears some responsibility. "And Dr. Daves was invited by you." Addison's already softened stance evaporated. "What do you mean? "Am I at fault for bringing Dr. Daves in to treat your grandpa?"Lance frowned and immediately tried to explain, "That's not what I meant. Please don't misunderstand." As if feeling his explanation was insufficient, he added, "I know you asked Dr. Daves to help grandpa ... " But Addison interrupted him with a cold laugh. "I don't care." "Think whatever you want. I don't care. "Whether I want to save Mr. Steven or harm him, it's up to you how you interpret it." Her eyes were devoid of emotion, as if speaking to a stranger. "But as for your claim that Dr. Daves should be held responsible, I strongly disagree. "Before the surgery, Dr. Daves must have had you sign a waiver. Even if an accident happened during the surgery, Dr. Daves wouldn't be held liable. "Moreover, in this surgery, Dr. Daves made no mistakes. The discrepancies in the results were due to unavoidable factors in Steven's body." Lance was left speechless by her words. "I hope you never bring this up again, or no one will want to help your family in the future." Lance opened his mouth but couldn't find the words. "Don't come back to Pendomium Heights either, or I'll call the police. "You wouldn't want to see the headline where the president of Johnston Enterprise is arrested for trespassing on private property, would you?" Addison glanced at Lance. Clearly, the man's expression was no longer as calm as before. His dark eyes now held a hint of anger. But he managed to control his temper. "Addison, do you have to speak like that?" "Yes," Addison nodded. "So can you go now?" "And the invitation?" Lance was still hopeful. Addison furrowed her brow and said, "I've already told you, I don't have the invitation." Lance fell silent. He lowered his head, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, as if holding something back.After a long pause, he finally spoke. "Addison, we need to handle our issues ourselves. "I don't want you to take your resentment out on my family. They've done nothing wrong and shouldn't have to pay the price." What did he mean by saying she was taking her resentment out on his family? Besides, how could she resent Lance? She had no feelings for him. If there was any emotion, it was probably frustration that he had been so blind as to fall for someone like Virginia. Addison couldn't help but laugh coldly. "When have I ever resented you?" "I admit that I've hurt you, and I shouldn't have made you leave Johnston Enterprises as soon as Virginia returned. I shouldn't have been so inconsiderate of your feelings. Knowing you loved me, I shouldn't have repeatedly hurt your feelings." Lance's words floated in Addison's ears, each one more unbearable than the last. Her frown deepened with every word. "I knew full well that for someone who loved me so much, all of this was cruel." Lance's voice continued, as if he thought that as long as he didn't present the invitation, he could keep apologizing indefinitely. "Stop." She couldn't listen anymore. But Lance didn't seem to hear her interruption. "I admit that what I did was cruel. I've hurt you, and it's only right that you hate me. "But grandpa's situation has nothing to do with us. He's a living, breathing person." Addison pressed her lips together, feeling a shiver run down her spine from Lance's confident tone. If she really had the invitation, she might have slapped it in his face and told him to leave immediately. But she didn't have it. "You didn't hurt me. There's no harm between us. We're even. Do you understand?" Addison tried to calm herself.Lance was convinced that she resented him, thinking she must hate him for abandoning her. What could she say? No amount of words could clear it up. Hearing this, Lance was stunned. "You really don't resent me?" Addison nodded, her gaze sincere. "Really." Lance had seen her as Virginia's replacement, and she had seen him as Harvey's. They were even. There was no harm; no one was wronged. Upon hearing this, a strange emotion surged in Lance's eyes. His mood became complicated. Why did he feel a sense of discomfort when Addison said she didn't resent him? Shouldn't he have felt relieved? "As for the invitation, I don't know what to say for you to believe me, but I swear, I really don't have it." Addison knew that Lance probably didn't believe that the internationally renowned Dr. Nancy hadn't received an invitation to the Medical Symposium, but it was the truth—she hadn't received one. Even if she wanted to help Steven, she couldn't just create the invitation out of thin air. Lance forced himself to suppress the uncomfortable feeling rising inside him. His dark eyes locked onto her, filled with a complex emotion that Addison couldn't understand. "Really, no invitation?" For a moment, it was unclear whether Lance was questioning her lack of resentment or the invitation itself.