After Lance had snapped at Virginia several times, she obediently closed her mouth, no longer speaking. She truly couldn't figure out this man in front of her. On the other side, Lance, still simmering with anger from discovering that Addison was living with another man, had a storm of emotions brewing inside him but nowhere to release it. He only came to the apartment to visit Virginia because of the last remnants of guilt and sympathy. As such, he preferred to remain silent, his face tight and unreadable, his thoughts unknown. The atmosphere grew tense. Each of them lost in their own thoughts, though neither found it particularly awkward. But standing off to the side, Francesca was growing anxious, watching the two of them in silence as sweat began to bead on her forehead. If the stalemate continued, in the end, she would be the one left to bear the consequences of their tension. With no other choice, Francesca attempted to break the silence. "Hmm, Mr. Lance, I see that your tea has been finished. Would you like me to pour you another cup?" She stepped toward Lance, reaching for the teacup, only to realize that the liquid hadn't been touched. Francesca felt a pang of embarrassment and tried to cover up her mistake. "The tea's cold now; it wouldn't taste good. Let me get you a fresh cup." Lance shot her a cold, dismissive glance. Perfect. Truly a hypocrite. Lance pressed his jaw, holding back the frustration that swelled in his chest. Feeling both uninterested in speaking and overwhelmed by his emotions, he stood up, planning to head to the balcony for some fresh air. This apartment had been chosen with great care by Lance, at Virginia's request, when she had returned to the country. Located in the very heart of Halton, the apartment was in a prime, bustling area. The price, naturally, was steep. The transportation was highly convenient, and the surroundings were extravagantly lively. While her family house had been designed for tranquility and calm, this apartment was the complete opposite, bursting with opulence at every turn. Virginia, with her love for jewelry and luxurious items, had further added to the apartment's indulgent atmosphere, making it even more extravagant. Looking out the window, Lance could see the neon lights of the commercial district blending together, their shimmering glow a false, dreamlike spectacle, with traffic streaming below, an epitome of bustling prosperity. Already feeling irritated, Lance's frustration only intensified as he gazed at the dazzling, chaotic view. He frowned and quickly discarded the idea of going to the balcony. At that moment, he couldn't help but long for the peacefulness of his own family house. He sat in the chair for what felt like an eternity, but Isaac still hadn't returned with the medicine. Could picking up medicine take this long? Lance folded his fingers, his posture radiating impatience. Anyone could tell that his mood was foul. After another half hour, the sound of knocking broke the silence. Francesca hurried to open the door, eager to prevent any further awkwardness. Isaac entered, the chill of his presence palpable. "Mr. Johnston, the medicine has been retrieved." "Did it necessarily take you this long to pick up some medicine? Did you fall asleep on the way?" Lance's voice was flat but heavy with an undeniable pressure. Isaac quickly lowered his head. "It's my fault. I had to deal with Mrs. Marilyn for a bit at the residence, so I was delayed." Lance raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did my mother give you trouble?" Isaac hastily shook his head. "Not exactly..." He knew better than to speak ill of his mother in front of the boss. But clearly, Lance saw right through him. "She didn't want to give it to you, did she?" "Uh, yes," Isaac answered quietly. Virginia, who had been listening intently, perked up at the mention of Marilyn. Naturally, Marilyn wouldn't want to give her such a precious medicine.But what did it matter? The medicine had made its way to my hands, hadn't it? As long as she held onto Lance, no matter how powerful Marilyn was, she wouldn't be able to take him away from her. Virginia's eyes flashed with new determination. She took a deep breath, planning to try one last time to charm Lance, hoping to test his feelings further. Lance heard Isaac's response but said nothing, simply nodding. "Let Ms. Dolton use it," he instructed, signaling for Francesca to bring the medicine. Isaac hurriedly removed the medicine from the ice bag and handed it to Rosa. Francesca took the medicine and immediately crouched down to apply it to Virginia's leg. But Virginia suddenly pulled her leg back, refusing to let Francesca touch it. "Ms. Dolton? Let me help you with the ointment. Just move your leg forward a bit. I'm an older woman; I can't reach that far." Virginia seemed almost resigned to her fate, repeating her earlier words. "I don't deserve such fine medicine." "How could you not deserve it? This medicine is meant for someone as beautiful as you. "I lie to Lance. I'm a terrible person; I don't deserve it, and I can't bring myself to use it." Rosa didn't know how to respond. I—I don't know what to say." Lance's lips curled downward at Virginia's reaction. He spoke in a tone forced to be calm, "The medicine isn't expensive, and no matter how much it costs, it's not as valuable as your leg. Just use it." But Virginia pushed further. It seemed as if she had grown arrogant from the attention. "No, I don't deserve to use such an expensive medicine." Lance frowned. Then, suddenly, Virginia changed her tone. "If you forgive me, I'll use the medicine." She looked at Lance, waiting to see if he would forgive her.As soon as the words forgive her left her lips, the atmosphere in the room shifted sharply. Her words sounded like a threat. Lance, who had been calm up until now, felt something snap inside him. His pleasant expression disappeared in an instant. He only said one thing before turning to leave. "If you want to keep your leg broken, that's up to you." With that, he flung his sleeve and stormed out of the door. "Lance!" Virginia panicked, trying to stop him. But it was already too late. No matter how much she pleaded, even if she bowed before him, she couldn't stop his retreating footsteps. Isaac glanced at Virginia, considering whether he should intervene. But seeing the urgency in Lance's stride, he had no choice but to sigh and shake his head. "Sigh!" If Virginia had just listened to Mr. Johnston, she could have had everything—wealth, power, perhaps even the position of his wife. If only she had played her cards right when Lance arrived, the two of them would have been so sweet together. With a little bit of charm, she could have softened his mood. Why didn't she know when to stop? All her efforts had gone to waste. One misstep, and everything was lost. What was Virginia thinking? Once Mr. Jonathan was truly angered, there was no time left for Isaac to waste. He clenched his teeth and cast one last look at Virginia before hurrying after Lance. Virginia collapsed onto the floor, watching as the door shut behind him, her teeth nearly grinding together in frustration. Francesca rushed to help her up. "Ms. Dolton, please get up. The floor's cold." "Get away!" Virginia swatted Francesca's hand away, throwing her a few feet across the room. "Ms. Dolton, you haven't used the medicine yet. It's so valuable; let me apply it for you." "Get lost! Didn't you hear me?" Virginia screamed, clutching the carpet as if she intended to tear it apart. ... Outside the apartment, Lance got into the car, his face dark with fury. This time, he was angrier than when he had found out that Addison had been unfaithful. His expression was stormy, and anyone could see that Lance was in a terrible mood. Isaac, seeing the true extent of Lance's anger, dared not say a word. He curled up in the driver's seat, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, terrified that even the sound of his breathing might upset the boss further.