"What did you say?" Matthew turned slowly toward Leon, as if the words hadn't quite sunk in yet. Leon's heart raced, hammering in his chest. He knew his suggestion had been risky. Matthew and Angel's relationship was still frozen, with no sign of thawing. Mentioning taking Angel back to the Daves could make things worse. He took a deep breath, but there was no turning back. He had to repeat himself. "I said ... maybe we should bring Angel back to the residence. The hospital here isn't as good as Kreshill's. "I had someone bring in some medicine. The stuff at this hospital just isn't good enough. It's making Angel uncomfortable." Matthew's eyes shifted to the cart of medicine. Leon noticed his gaze and quickly grabbed the boxes of medicine, laying them out in his palm. "See?" Leon said. "This medicine, compared to what we use, is not the same." The packaging was clean and official, with ingredients clearly labeled. But the substances inside were ordinary, nothing like the carefully formulated medicines from the Daves. "Angel's body is sensitive. She can't use this." Matthew snapped, shaking his sleeve with irritation. "She can't use it? "When she insisted on marrying the Johnstons, she should've seen this coming. "She made the choice to marry into that family. She should've known what she was getting into. Whether the medicine works, whether she can tolerate it, that's something she has to handle, whether she likes it or not! "And now you're saying she can't use it?" Matthew grew angrier, his face reddening, his eyes narrowing like he was ready to explode. "Angel never said that," Leon shot back. He could see Matthew was getting worked up, so he decided to pull at his emotions. "You know Angel, don't you? She's proud. She never tells us when she's hurting. Who knows how much she's been through out there?"You may not feel sorry for her, but I do. "Even if you disagree, I'm still taking Angel to Kreshill!" Leon stood firm, his voice resolute. He was prepared to stand his ground, no matter the cost. "Why you little ... " Matthew stepped back, his anger too much for him to form words. But Addison was his granddaughter. Despite his tough exterior, seeing the girl in that bed had softened him. He held back the urge to snap, pacing for a moment before sitting down, frustration radiating from him in silence. After a long pause, he spoke, his voice quieter. "Have someone clean up a place for her." The moment Leon heard the words, he knew things were turning in his favor. It seemed that beneath Matthew's tough exterior, there was still a soft spot for his granddaughter. He couldn't quite bring himself to resist her.Leon smiled, relieved. "Alright, I'll have the servants prepare a place for her." As he spoke, Matthew suddenly turned, his gaze sharp. Leon tensed, thinking Matthew was about to change his mind. He wiped the smile off his face and lowered his tone. But to his surprise, Matthew kept his serious look, his voice low but firm. "Make sure it's the best spot," he said with quiet authority. Leon blinked, taken aback for a moment before chuckling. Matthew had a way of looking fierce while making soft demands. "Got it! The best for Angel!" Leon replied with a grin. ... Lance hurried to the venue, but the timing wasn't on his side. The event was just ending, and every exit was packed with guests.Outside, luxury cars lined the street, each accompanied by respectful bodyguards. Lance frowned. He hadn't expected the event to conclude so quickly. His plan had been to find the Daves' famous doctor at the event and try to get some help for his grandfather. But now, as he looked at the crowd dispersing, a sense of defeat washed over him. The event's conclusion meant the Daves' doctor had already left, and all the planned lectures had ended. He had clearly missed his chance to meet the doctor. And with it, the chance to help his grandfather. Lance's expression darkened, the dim light casting shadows across his face, making it unreadable. In that moment, he realized that the second he decided to pick up Addison, he had already missed his opportunity with the doctor. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel. The leather creased under his grip, refusing to spring back to its smooth state. Had he really missed this opportunity because of Addison? He couldn't quite explain why, but frustration began to creep in. Then Virginia's call came through again. Lance snapped out of his thoughts and pressed the button to answer. Her voice filled the car. "Lance ... where are you? "Are you here yet?" Her voice sounded soft, almost fragile. "Yes. Where are you? I'll pick you up." "I'm, uh ... " Virginia glanced over her shoulder, then looked ahead again. "I'm by the fountain. "You don't have to rush, Lance." "Yeah," he responded with a brief answer, then ended the call. The line went dead, filled with beeps. "Slow down—" Virginia's words faded away, but the phone was already disconnected.A chill breeze swept through the area. It felt much like the coldness he had left behind. Virginia stood where she was, her expression unreadable. It seemed she had grown used to his indifference. She stared at the phone in her hand, her mind elsewhere. Lance's car couldn't get through the thick crowd. So, he parked by the side of the road and got out. He moved through the crowd, his long legs easily making their way through the sea of people. His height gave him an advantage; even in the dense crowd, his view wasn't blocked. And there it was—the fountain. Just ahead, a pale Western-style fountain stood, its top adorned with a soft light. The water flowed in varying patterns, shimmering beneath the glow like vivid flowers in bloom. Virginia stood before it, her long dress blending with the pale backdrop. Oddly, Virginia—who didn't typically exude an air of quiet elegance—seemed to fit in this soft, white setting. She was striking.But there was something off. This refined, serene look didn't seem right for her. It brought to mind Addison. This kind of grace suited Addison better. An odd thought crossed his mind. In Addison's VIP hospital room ... What if they placed white hibiscus and gardenias by the window? It would make her look like a living work of art, glowing softly like an ink-wash painting. "Over here, Lance!" Virginia waved, breaking his train of thought. For a moment, Lance felt a flash of embarrassment, like he'd been caught doing something wrong. Why was he thinking of Addison when it was Virginia he was looking at? Addison was the replacement, not the other way around. He tried to push the thought away, but he couldn't help it. Strangely enough, he felt an urge to buy flowers.