The car had been parked at the entrance for quite some time. Minutes ticked by, yet Addison still hadn't mustered the courage to open the car door. Anyone else would have grown impatient by now, but not Leon. He simply sat quietly beside her, his gaze calm and patient, filled with the warmth of a parent's gentle concern. He didn't want to pressure her. He understood that returning home after so long must stir complex emotions in her heart. Respecting her need for time, he refrained from urging her. During this time, several servants approached, ready to open the door and escort them inside. However, Leon noticed immediately and raised a hand through the window to signal them to back away, ensuring they wouldn't disturb Addison. Sitting inside the car, Addison exhaled deeply, trying to regulate her breathing. After a while, she finally felt her heartbeat steady. This was a step she had to take. She couldn't avoid coming back forever. Since it was inevitable, she might as well face it head-on.Addison kept repeating this to herself. Moments later, she decided and spoke softly, "Uncle Leon, let's go." She opened the car door as she spoke, her tone calm but firm. "Alright," Leon responded, a trace of relief and pride appearing on his face. He knew Addison would pull through. Addison stepped out of the car, and Leon followed closely behind. Before them stood the grand entrance of the Daves Residence—an imposing set of crimson-red gates with intricate carvings, topped by a black nanmu wood plaque bearing the two large words 'Daves Residence' in elegant style. The estate's architecture was classically styled, exuding both grandeur and timeless elegance. On either side of the gate, bright lights illuminated the area, making it as bright as day, as if the entire estate had been specially prepared to welcome her back. Even before stepping inside, Addison could feel a wave of familiarity washing over her. It was all too familiar. Her childhood memories flashed before her eyes like a film reel, replaying scenes she thought she had long forgotten.A surge of emotion rose in her chest, making her feel unexpectedly vulnerable. She hadn't expected the sight of the estate to awaken something so deeply buried in her heart. Her eyes began to mist over. Three years and she was finally home. "What's wrong?" Leon noticed her brief pause and asked with concern. Addison quickly suppressed her emotions and forced a smile. "Nothing, I'm fine." The servants at the entrance recognized her instantly, their faces lighting up with excitement. Even their hands trembled slightly as they eagerly opened the door. As the doors swung open, Addison lifted her foot to step inside. But before her second foot could touch the ground, the sight before her left her momentarily stunned. A long row of servants lined the corridor, standing in perfect formation. Some were familiar faces from her childhood, while others were new. In unison, they all bowed deeply the moment she entered, their voices ringing out in perfect synchronization, "Welcome home, Miss!" Their voices boomed, echoing across the estate like a chorus. The coordinated display was so overwhelming that it made her feel like she was the head of some underground syndicate. Addison's lips twitched in mild disbelief. The nervousness she had felt earlier was now completely replaced by an odd mix of embarrassment and amusement. Whose idea was this? This was the 21st century, yet this over-the-top display made her want to disappear. Leon didn't seem to notice her discomfort at all. In fact, he beamed proudly and said, "Well? Doesn't it feel good? Everyone here is welcoming you back, Addy." Maintaining a polite yet awkward smile, Addison didn't say anything but couldn't help but silently complain in her mind—this was so Uncle's style, a flair for the extravagant. Without a word, she quickened her pace, determined to escape the awkward situation as quickly as possible. "Hey, Addy, why are you walking so fast? Wait for me!" Leon called after her, trying to keep up. Addison's steps grew even faster. Ahead was a long corridor with branching paths on either side, leading in different directions. A white wall built over a narrow stream stood at the end of the corridor. As she walked, Addison found herself becoming increasingly disoriented. It looked like the estate had been renovated recently. Many areas had changed, leaving her with a strange sense of familiarity mixed with unfamiliarity. Relying on instinct, she continued forward until she reached the white wall. It stood about 6.5 feet high, topped with black tiles, and designed with a flowing, wave-like pattern that added a touch of artistry. There was no way forward. Feeling slightly awkward, Addison scratched her head. She had no choice but to wait for Leon to catch up. But after waiting for a while, Leon still hadn't appeared. "Been gone so long, you forgot your way around?" A kind voice suddenly spoke from behind her. Startled, Addison turned around to see an elderly man standing there. He was dressed in a black suit with loose-fitting trousers. Despite his age, his hair was perfectly black, with no hint of white.Upon recognizing him, Addison's eyes lit up with joy. "Larry!" Her excitement was unmistakable as she smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling. "I've missed you so much!" Upon returning to the Daves Residence, she hadn't expected the first familiar face she would see to be Larry Cross, the old butler. Larry chuckled warmly as he stroked his beard. "And I've missed you too, Ms. Addison!" He looked her up and down, his gaze kind and gentle, like that of a grandfather admiring his grandchild. "It's been a long time, and you've gotten even more beautiful!" the man exclaimed with genuine admiration. "But you've lost quite a bit of weight," Larry murmured. Mid-sentence, it seemed Larry suddenly remembered something, and he slapped his forehead. "Ah, it's true. Getting old really affects the mind," he muttered to himself. He quickly bent slightly, gesturing for Addison to follow the direction he was pointing. "Ms. Addison, please this way. I'll take you to see the Mr. Daves. He's been waiting for you for quite a while now!""Grandpa is waiting for me?" Addison asked, her voice full of disbelief. She followed Larry past the white wall, then down a long corridor that was even wider and more spacious than the one they had passed through before. They walked for what felt like ages until they reached the end. In front of them was a large moon gate painted in red lacquer, slightly ajar. From inside, the sound of a piano mixed with a melody fills the air. Addison slowly lifted her foot and stepped inside. Since Lance had left the hospital, he'd become even more brooding than before. His already stern face seemed even more forbidding due to his mood, and his entire demeanor screamed, 'Keep your distance.' Virginia eagerly welcomed him home, placing the breakfast she had carefully prepared in front of him. His response, however, was just a flat 'thank you.' Virginia's smile froze on her face, and she could only awkwardly push the breakfast plate back. In truth, when Lance had left that morning, she had been pretending to sleep in bed, hearing his footsteps clearly as he walked past. Virginia knew exactly where he had gone. But for the sake of her pride, she had to force a smile, suppressing the resentment in her heart, and acted as if nothing was wrong while preparing breakfast for him. All she hoped for was a single smile from him. But she never expected that Lance wouldn't even spare her a smile. After the awkward morning, the atmosphere settled into a tense silence. Neither Virginia nor Lance said a word, and the tension lingered in the air like a cold war. It wasn't so much a cold war as it was Virginia's one-sided anger. Lance locked himself on the balcony for the entire day, sitting there from dawn to dusk, not even eating. Virginia couldn't even find a way to act cute or play the victim. She could only stare blankly at his cold back. She couldn't understand why Lance's lonely figure looked so dejected, and she couldn't determine the source of his mood. Was he thinking about Addison? But he'd gone to see Addison earlier that morning. Virginia couldn't make sense of it. The gloomy atmosphere in the hotel was finally broken by a phone call.