If the password really was Addison's birthday, Virginia felt like she might lose her mind. She would completely go mad. Her hand shook as she held the phone, trying to steady herself, attempting to input Addison's birthday. Halfway through typing, she suddenly froze. She realized she didn't even know Addison's birthday. In fact, she didn't know anything about Addison at all. All she knew was that Addison was an orphan with no mother and loved stealing other people's men! Virginia couldn't help but reflect, wondering if she didn't know enough about Addison. As the saying goes, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.' Shouldn't she look into Addison's background herself? At that thought, Virginia's eyes narrowed slightly. She felt like she had underestimated this woman. Just as she was deep in thought, the phone rang again. Virginia looked down and saw the familiar name, the familiar ringtone, and that sudden feeling of panic.The word 'Grandfather' was so striking that she almost threw the phone away. As the fear surged in her chest, the matter of the password was instantly forgotten. She was consumed with indecision about what to do. Could Steven really have woken up? If he had woken up ... Virginia couldn't bring herself to imagine the consequences. Her palms were sweating. Should she answer the call? Her face turned pale in an instant. She glanced around, carefully calculating in her mind. Even if she didn't answer, she couldn't escape. Because if Lance didn't answer, Steven would surely keep calling until the phone was picked up. There was no escaping it. Virginia squeezed her eyes shut, making up her mind. She would pick up the phone. Let her see what Steven had to say. Her finger hovered over the button, but then another thought crossed her mind. It would definitely be wrong for her to pick up the phone herself. Lance was a man with strong boundaries. If she answered it without his permission, he would surely feel upset. Lance had to be the one to answer it. Virginia turned to look at Lance on the balcony. He was still standing there, now holding a cigarette. The smoke curled upward in soft, continuous swirls, dissipating into the clear blue sky. That unpredictable silhouette made it hard to approach. Virginia fixed her eyes on him, gritted her teeth, and calmed down. It would be fine. It would be fine. Even if Steven had woken up, so what? He had no evidence. Besides, she hadn't been the one who acted. If anyone was to blame, it was Silas, who had done everything on her behalf! They wouldn't trace it back to her, right? Virginia kept reassuring herself in her mind. It wouldn't happen. It wouldn't. It definitely wouldn't. The most important thing now was to stay calm. She couldn't panic.Though she was silently adjusting her tense emotions, tiny beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. With great effort, Virginia took small, slow steps toward the balcony. She gently knocked on the glass window. At first, there were just a few soft knocks, but Lance didn't hear. She had to knock harder before he turned around. They locked eyes. Lance's face remained dignified and indifferent, his cold eyes sweeping over her as if he were a man without feelings. He seemed to ask her with that indifferent gaze. What is it? His gaze, as arrogant as ever, was colder than usual. Virginia swallowed, stammering as she spoke, "Um ... Mr. Steven called." Lance didn't seem to hear her at first. His brows furrowed, and his sharp gaze focused intently on Virginia's slightly flustered face. Virginia took a deep breath and raised the phone, her voice rising, "Mr. Steven called!"Afraid Lance might not see, Virginia waved the phone to grab his attention. Thankfully, Lance had sharp eyesight and immediately noticed the bold 'Grandfather' on the screen. His pupils widened, and almost instantly, he snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, threw open the balcony door, and strode over to Virginia. "Lance, Mr. Steven called! Is he awake?" As soon as Virginia saw Lance approach, she quickly switched to an expression of shock and joy, as if she were eager for Steven to be alive. Lance didn't answer her right away, his emotions too intense. He snatched the phone from her hand and immediately answered the call. The phone pressed to his ear, and voices came from the other end. However, the phone wasn't on speaker, so Virginia had to strain her ears to hear what was being said but couldn't make it out. She was extremely anxious, desperate to know what Steven was saying. After all, this was a matter of her life or death. Virginia bit her lip and paced around Lance, trying to hear the conversation.But Lance's expression wasn't the joyful one she expected. Instead, his brows furrowed tighter, and his eyes were as cold and deep as a frozen winter lake. Virginia grew confused. This wasn't right. If Steven had woken up, Lance would have been happy, wouldn't he? Why was his brow furrowed so tightly? The thought crossed her mind—had Steven not woken up? Sure enough, the next second, Lance coldly hung up the phone. Virginia hesitated before asking, "Lance. What happened? Did Mr. Steven wake up? Should we go back to Johnston Residence now?" Her barrage of questions only deepened the darkness on Lance's face. He muttered, "Pack up, we're going back to Halton," and walked out the door, leaving Virginia standing there. She froze for a moment, and by the time she reacted, Lance was already gone. Helpless, Virginia didn't know why he was suddenly in such a hurry to leave, but she quickly gathered her things and hurried downstairs. Before leaving, she even remembered to finish the glass of red wine. After all, it was expensive, and she couldn't afford that brand most of the time. Virginia downed the wine in one go and rushed downstairs. When she reached the ground floor, she saw Lance already sitting in the car, looking frustrated and staring straight ahead. Seeing this, Virginia didn't hesitate and quickly ran to the car, opened the door, and got in. The engine roared to life. Virginia sat in the passenger seat, her curiosity unbearable. She had to know if Steven was awake, so she couldn't help but ask again. "Lance, what did Mr. Steven say?" Lance remained expressionless, his mood clearly sour. Just as Virginia thought he wouldn't answer, he suddenly spoke. "Grandpa ... his condition is worse, and he probably doesn't have much time left. Mom insists we go back to see him."The words struck Virginia like a bolt of lightning. Half a second later, she finally understood what he meant. Steven hadn't woken up? That phone call wasn't even from him? Realizing this, Virginia felt overwhelming relief, as if she had narrowly escaped a disaster. She had been right all along—she had given him powerful medicine, and Steven couldn't possibly have that kind of luck! Though secretly thrilled, Virginia forced herself to look disappointed. "Ah ... How could this happen? "How could Mr. Steven's condition be so bad? "Actually, if you hadn't disappeared during the second half of the conference, we could've gotten the Divine Healer. "Mr. Steven probably wouldn't be in this condition if you had been there." Virginia trailed off, her voice thick with emotion, but she struggled to finish the sentence. Though her tone sounded sorrowful, her words were calculated to provoke Lance. She deliberately reminds him that Steven's condition became urgent because he had abandoned the conference to save Addison, that seductress. He had chosen to save Addison, pushing his own grandfather aside. It was all his fault. This was his retribution. Sure enough, Lance's expression shifted drastically as soon as she finished speaking.