Virginia held her wine glass, her gaze absentmindedly following Lance's retreating figure. The rich aroma of the wine swirled gently, making a soft, delicate sound as it sloshed. As she watched him, she pondered whether to take the initiative to comfort him. Her inner thoughts were in turmoil. One of her inner voices spoke. Lance secretly met with Addison this morning. This is serious. The real problem is that he went behind my back to meet another woman! This meant that not only had his heart already strayed toward Addison, but soon enough, his body would follow. His gloomy demeanor was entirely because of Addison, that shameless woman! Virginia felt a lump in her throat, disgusted beyond measure. All the things Lance had done for Addison in the past could be forgotten, but this was something she could not let go of. It made her sick. Her heart had an overwhelming sense of unfairness mixed with twisted feelings. Most of the distortion came from her jealousy of Addison, with a smaller part born from resentment and revulsion. Lance had done all this, so why should she comfort him? He never once considered her feelings. He had spent the entire day sulking for other woman on the balcony. Yet, here she was, still willing to go up and comfort him. Anyone who didn't know better might mistake her actions for desperation! Since Addison was the one who caused this hurt, Virginia refused to be the one to make the first move. Always being the one to bow first would only exhaust her. She lifted her head and drank the rest of the wine in her glass in one go. The wine slid down her throat, leaving a slightly bitter aftertaste, much like the turmoil in her heart. Looking at the bottle, Virginia saw that it was an expensive red wine. Seeing its price, she couldn't help but pour herself another couple of glasses. She might be sad, but she still knew how to take advantage of a good thing. Drinking alone, there was a sense of self-destruction in her actions.But at that moment, another voice inside her head spoke. The man's heart has already been completely captured by that vixen. If you don't act now, you'll never have another chance! Do you want to see Addison continue to be so arrogant? If you don't comfort Lance today, you'll watch Addison walk right back into the Johnstons tomorrow! If that happens, you'll never become Lance's wife. You'll just be trampled on by Addison! Virginia's eyes widened in shock. Her entire body shuddered, and she rubbed her arm, covered in goosebumps. No. She couldn't let Addison crush her underfoot! She was the one who needed to crush Addison! Clearly, her hatred for Addison outweighed any sense of pride she had as a woman. Without hesitation, Virginia chose to pursue the latter. After steeling herself, she decided to go comfort Lance. But at that moment, her phone rang, distracting her from her thoughts. She quickly looked around, searching for the source of the sound. Finally, she spotted the phone vibrating on the table.Virginia walked over slowly, and as she neared, she realized it was Lance's phone. She couldn't help but glance at the man on the balcony. How had he left his phone just sitting there? There was no doubt that his phone contained many sensitive documents related to the Johnston Enterprise. Did this mean that Lance hadn't set any defenses around her? After all, he had left his phone in plain sight, not worrying at all that she might pick it up and look through it. Wasn't this a sign that, deep down, he still cared for her? Virginia consoled herself with this thought. The phone continued to ring. Virginia bent over and looked at the screen. It was lit up, and the name 'Grandfather' appeared. Her heart skipped a beat. That old man? Wasn't he still lying in bed, unconscious? How could he be calling now?! This didn't make sense!Had he woken up? The thought hit Virginia like a shockwave, and a wave of fear instantly surged in her chest. Virginia blinked rapidly, her mind racing with endless possibilities if he had already woken up. Among these possibilities, the only thing she was certain of was that if Steven had indeed woken up, it would bring her nothing but harm, only bad consequences. Virginia's eyes were locked on the phone screen, her fingers curling into fists. She forced herself to calm down. Should she answer the call for Lance? Virginia was torn. She feared hearing Steven's voice if she picked up. It would likely frighten her to the point of death. Her hand clenched and unclenched repeatedly, reflecting her inner turmoil. Her hand recoiled every time she nearly touched the phone, hesitating to answer the call. She didn't know how long the phone had been ringing, but eventually, it fell silent. Virginia's fingers finally unfurled. She bent down and took a deep breath as if she were returning to life.Slowly, she walked toward the phone, silently picking it up and holding it in her palm. The moment she held the phone, her thoughts seemed to drift away. She wanted to open it and see what was inside. She had never entertained the idea of checking his phone before because she trusted Lance. She believed in his character, thinking he would never do anything to disappoint her. Yet today, Lance had undeniably let her down. The suppressed curiosity and desire to spy inside her erupted, and she couldn't resist the urge to see what was on his phone. Without hesitation, she picked up the phone and quickly entered a string of numbers, waiting for the phone to unlock. She entered her own birthday. Ding-dong—The password was incorrect, and the phone vibrated. Virginia blinked, feeling a twinge of incredulity. Incorrect password? Impossible! Could she have made a mistake? Reluctantly, Virginia entered the same password again, and the familiar vibration came, but it was still wrong. Now, Virginia couldn't hold back anymore. The password she had just entered was the one Lance had told her a few years ago when they were together. Not only that, but he had promised her that he would never change it. He would keep her birthday as his password for life. And now, it was obvious—he had broken his promise. Virginia's hand trembled slightly as she gripped the phone. Had it not been of high quality, she might have crushed it in frustration. Lance ... How could he change the password?! Where did he put everything they once shared? Virginia only felt the turmoil in her stomach, unable to calm down. She turned to look at the man still standing on the balcony. She wanted to rush out and confront him immediately, demanding to know why he had changed the password. Had he truly stopped loving her? Had his heart changed? Was he already in love with Addison? But in the end, Virginia restrained herself. She forced herself to regain composure. Since it wasn't her birthday, maybe it was because she had left so suddenly back then, and Lance was angry, so in a fit of rage, he had changed the password? That was a possibility, and Virginia quietly comforted herself with this thought. After a moment's thought, she took a deep breath and decided to try entering Lance's birthday. The familiar sound came. Ding-dong—Incorrect password. Virginia scratched her head in frustration. What was going on? She then entered all the important dates— their anniversary, their first date, the day they held hands for the first time, the day they reunited, and so on. She entered every date she could think of. But all of them came up incorrectly. Virginia stared blankly at the error message, slightly stunned.As time passed, a ridiculous thought began to emerge in her mind. What if the password were Addison's birthday?