As the car began to pull away, Virginia hurried forward, determined to stop it. She moved swiftly, but a group of bodyguards stepped in her way before she could reach the vehicle. They didn't say a word, just stood there, watching her closely. Their stares were cold, full of unspoken warning. Every inch she moved forward felt like an invitation to trouble. Virginia paused, a chill running through her. The sight of the bodyguards made her hesitate, but the thought of Lance inside, with Addison, pushed her forward again. Her frustration was rising—she couldn't let this go. Taking a deep breath, Virginia told herself that no one would make a move in public. The Daves wouldn't do anything with so many eyes around. She stepped forward again, only to be met by the bodyguards' steely gazes. The fear made her falter, and she instinctively pulled back. The car, meanwhile, was slowly rolling away, and her heart skipped a beat.Virginia glanced over at Georgina, standing nearby, looking completely confused, as if she hadn't yet realized what was happening. She's useless. Can't count on her when I need her the most. They're already leaving, for Pete's sake, and she's just staring at them. It's like she has a head but no brain inside. Virginia couldn't hide her irritation. "Ms. Hamilton, what are you doing?" she demanded. "The car is leaving—what's your plan? "If they hadn't blocked me, I would've stopped them already." Georgina mumbled, shaking her head. "I don't know what to do ... " The car, driven by the urgency of Addison's condition, sped off at an incredible pace. Within moments, it was out of sight. All that was left was the faint scent of exhaust and the dust that the tires kicked up, settling around them like a heavy fog. Virginia, choking on the dust, stumbled backward to avoid getting dirt on her dress. It didn't matter. The damage was done. Her hair was messy, covered in tiny particles, and her skin felt rough from the grime. She groaned. How would she face the rest of the event looking like this? ... Lance's car raced down the road, faster than anyone had anticipated. The world outside blurred in a dizzying spin as the wind and rain battered the windows. What had begun as a simple vehicle filled with medical equipment now felt more like a race car cutting through traffic. The sharp turns nearly threw the doctors from their seats. They gripped the handrails for support, doing their best to stay in place. "Dr. Daves," one of them said, struggling to keep his balance, "the equipment in this car can't take this kind of speed." His heart pounded, fear rising in his chest.He had never experienced such a fast ride. The speed was so extreme, it felt like disaster could strike any moment. But Leon, to everyone's surprise, didn't scold Lance. He gripped the bed with one hand, making sure Addison wasn't jolted too much. Despite the wild turns, the bed barely moved. It seemed as if someone had made an effort to steady it, and though Lance didn't seem the most reliable, his driving was surprisingly steady. "That big piece of equipment back there," one doctor said, trying to reason with Leon, "Mr. Daves specifically warned us. We can't risk damaging it." Leon shot a cold look at him. "Do you think this equipment matters more than Angel?" he asked sharply. "Even if all of it breaks, it's nothing compared to what Angel is worth. "If you don't like it, get out now," he added, his voice unwavering. The doctor fell silent, lowering his head and bracing himself for the rough ride ahead.In less than ten minutes, Lance had the car parked at Central Hospital. Despite the speed, he managed to stop smoothly. He unbuckled his seatbelt, then opened the back door, helping the doctors carefully move the bed. "Thanks," Leon said, surprising them with his rare gratitude. Lance nodded in response. The path to the hospital was rocky. Lance stepped ahead, clearing stones from the ground as he went, making sure no obstacles slowed them down. Inside the hospital, the scene was chaotic. The halls were packed with people—some in pain, others in despair, a few clinging to life. The crowd filled every corridor, blocking the way forward. "Why are there so many people?" one doctor asked in disbelief. "How are we supposed to get through this?" Leon's face hardened, his frustration obvious.Lance said nothing. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves, taking the lead. He cleared a path with his body, guiding the bed through the crowd. The bed followed him, and soon they reached the quieter VIP entrance. Lance had never been in a situation like this before. His whole life, there had always been someone else to take care of the tough work. But today, he was not only the driver. He was also a helper, even a human barrier to clear the path for Addison. It was a first for him. As they emerged from the VIP entrance, a few doctors were already waiting outside. "Mr. Lance, you've arrived," they greeted him. "We've prepared the finest rooms and facilities for you," they added, their smiles wide and polite. They quickly gathered around him, their attention solely on Lance, completely ignoring Leon and the three doctors behind him.The doctors, from a small town, were only familiar with the prominent figures in their field. They had no concept of anyone outside of their limited world. To them, Leon was just an ordinary man. Lance didn't acknowledge them, choosing to ignore their praise. "The patient is here, and surgery is urgent. We need to move quickly," he said, his tone all business. "If the surgery is successful, I will make sure you're well compensated," he added. The doctors immediately nodded and signaled to the nurses to push Addison's bed toward the operating room. Leon gently nudged the bed forward, though he seemed reluctant. The nurses, however, wasted no time and swiftly pulled the bed away from him. Leon's hands grasped air as the bed was pulled from his reach. "Hey—" By the time he registered what had happened, the bed was already inside the operating room.He felt empty, like something had been taken from him. Slowly, he sank into a chair in the waiting area, his face unreadable. His thoughts swirled, torn between doubt and second-guessing his decisions. When he looked up, he found Lance leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression as cold and distant as ever. It was as if the whole situation, the person now in surgery, meant nothing to Lance—like it was all just a passing moment. Lance's lack of concern was like a brick wall, unmoved by the world around him. Leon couldn't help but feel frustration building inside him. "You ... " Leon said, breaking the silence. Lance blinked, clearly caught off guard, but his voice was flat when he replied, "Were you calling me?" Leon nodded, his voice firm and sharp, gesturing for Lance to come closer, assuming a commanding tone. "Yes, I'm calling you. Come here."Lance didn't move. His lips tightened, clearly irritated. As if he actually has anything serious to talk about. Leon's patience wore thin. "Why you ... " Lance regarded him with indifference, then raised a finger to his lips and softly whispered, "Shh. "Addison's in surgery. Keep it down," he ordered. Leon paused, stunned by the quiet command. Just then, Lance's phone rang. He glanced at it, his expression changing instantly. He quickly stood up and walked away to take the call. Leon, still processing, couldn't shake the feeling that Lance had been toying with him the whole time.