Going home? Addison blinked, confusion settling on her face. "You mean ... home, as in the Daves' residence?" Leon carefully let go of her, still sensing her dazed state, and moved to pour a glass of water. Addison accepted the cup but didn't drink from it. She continued to stare at him, her voice soft. "Is that what you mean?" Leon nodded, his voice unusually gentle. "Yes, I'm taking you back to the Daves. "To your family." The words hit Addison hard. Her chest tightened. Her hand trembled, and the cup nearly slipped from her grasp, spilling hot water onto the blanket and leaving a damp patch. "Are you alright? Did you burn yourself?" Leon asked, rushing to her side. Addison quickly shook her head. "I'm fine. Really, it didn't burn me." But Leon wasn't convinced.He pulled the blanket to check, his worry deepening until he was sure she was okay. "Be careful. Is your body still weak? Are your hands shaking?" His concern was clear in his voice. Addison didn't register his words. She was lost in the idea of going home. Was she really going back to the Daves? Was this all a dream? The shock of the news left her struggling to make sense of it. Leon didn't notice her confusion. He was too focused on cleaning the spill and spoke to the nurse as he worked. "Could you bring a fresh blanket? Thanks." The nurse quickly left the room to get a new one. Addison remained still, her eyes distant, staring at nothing. "Does Grandpa know I'm going home?" she asked softly, unsure. Leon smiled, understanding the hesitation. After so many years of separation, hearing this was enough to throw anyone off balance.He gently stroked her hair, his touch comforting. "Don't worry. He definitely said yes. "If he hadn't, I wouldn't have tried to bring you back to the Daves." Addison opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. "So ... " she started, but Leon cut her off. "You know your grandpa's temper. He's stubborn, and he calls the shots at the family. If he hadn't agreed, no one would have been able to bring you back." As he spoke, he replaced the blanket with a fresh one, his voice calm and steady. "And we'll need the family's doctors to check on you. I'm not trusting anyone else with your condition. "I'm not taking no for an answer." Leon's voice carried a note of pleading. "I'd be embarrassed, you know. "Besides, everything's ready for you at the residence. The house is all set. If you don't go home, they'll think I was just fooling around." Addison opened her mouth to speak, but the words didn't come out. She gave a nervous smile. It would be rude to refuse now that her uncle had brought up the matter. Besides, it had been ages since she had been home. Part of her actually wanted to go back. "So, are we leaving for the residence today?" Addison looked out the window. The sunlight outside was bright, almost too much, but it felt warm on her face, and she liked the sensation. The question was simple, but it told Leon the message Angel was trying to say. She was on board with the plan. A wide grin spread across his face. The middle-aged man's expression softened, and for a moment, he looked warm and fatherly. "We should leave today. I've already arranged everything. The flight is ready. We're just waiting for you, Angel." Addison nodded. She took a sip of her water but didn't seem to focus on it. Her mind was on something else. After a long pause, she quietly spoke. "Okay. we're leaving today." Leon's smile grew even wider. He'd been planning to bring her back to Kreshill for so long, and now it was finally happening. He felt a mix of excitement and relief. "Perfect. Go ahead and get a bit more rest. "I'll get a comfortable car for you. That one downstairs won't do. "You just recovered, so you'll need something better." Addison was their family's princess. She deserved nothing less. Leon picked up his phone to make the call. Addison lay back down as instructed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, a sudden memory flashed in her mind. She remembered sitting on the cold marble floor, dazed and half-conscious. A man had appeared, holding a flashlight. The light wasn't clear, and she couldn't make out his face, but the feeling of familiarity was strong. That sensation ... it reminded her of Harvey.Although Addison knew it could have been a hallucination caused by the fever, she couldn't quite let go of the thought. She pulled at Leon's sleeve. "I have a question." Leon turned to her. "Of course. What's on your mind?" "I just want to know ... who carried me out of the dressing room?" The question seemed to surprise Leon. His smile faded instantly. He appeared uncomfortable, clearly reluctant to talk about it. After all, he didn't want Lance to have any place in Addison's life. It was better if his name stayed out of it. But when Leon saw the uncertainty in her eyes, he couldn't help but soften up. "Who was it?" Addison asked again, her voice quieter but firm. In her heart, Addison held onto a name she knew was impossible. It was foolish, but she let herself indulge in the thought for just a moment. The shadowy figure in her mind, with features she couldn't fully see, bore an uncanny resemblance to Harvey. What if it really was Harvey? Leon, catching the glimmer of hope in her eyes, sighed heavily. "It was Lance," he said finally. "He's the one who carried you out of the dressing room. "But as soon as he got a phone call yesterday, he left. He hasn't come back yet. Judging by how quickly he rushed off, it must have been something important." Leon paused, then added, "But what could possibly be more important than you?" "You were still unconscious, and he just walked away!" His voice grew sharper as he spoke, frustration creeping in. "Does that sound like someone who cares for his wife?" Angel deserved far better.In Kreshill, there were plenty of men who would've done anything to marry her. And yet, she had chosen Lance. "Lance, huh?" Addison repeated softly. The faint spark in her eyes faded. It wasn't Harvey. She had been foolish to let her mind wander down that path. Her heart sank as a chill settled over her. She pulled the blanket up, burying herself beneath it, her body curling inward. ... In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel in Preigh, the first light of morning filtered through the curtains. Lance had been up for hours. He sat alone on the sofa, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. The faint glow at its tip pulsed as if mirroring his unsettled thoughts. Though dawn had come, he hadn't closed his eyes all night. With a restless sigh, he stood and walked to the bedroom. Virginia lay beneath the crisp white sheets, her head resting softly on the pillow, her breathing steady. Last night, she had insisted on sharing the suite with him. Whether it was due to feeling hurt or for reasons he couldn't entirely understand, she had refused to leave. His guilt had gotten the better of him, and he had agreed, booking just one room. Later, she clung to him, pleading to share the same bed. The memory made Lance press his fingers to his temple, the tension in his head growing. Thankfully, he had been firm. He'd spent the night on the sofa while Virginia slept alone. But even lying on the couch, sleep had eluded him. His thoughts had been consumed by one person: Addison. Was she awake by now? Has her fever broken? The questions gnawed at him, pulling at something deep inside. He couldn't resist the urge to go to her. He needed to see her. Was she recovering? Would she be okay?