Lance pressed the phone to his ear expressionlessly, his tone flat. "Park at the entrance. After that, take Ms. Dolton back to her apartment." The driver on the other end of the line responded. Virginia noticed Lance's solemn expression and the fact that he made the call. Her composure immediately shattered. "Lance, I just want to see Mr. Steven. I want to know how he's doing. "Although Mr. Steven hasn't treated me well before, I should at least check on him." Virginia pleaded desperately. She had come with Lance today to confirm Steven's condition. She needed to see how long he could last. That way, she could plan her next steps. If Steven showed signs of recovery, she would have to retake action. But if he didn't have much time left, she could relax and wait for the news of his passing. All her efforts would have been in vain if she left without seeing Steven!"Really, I just want to see him for a moment." Before she could finish, Lance interrupted her coldly. "No need. "Grandpa doesn't need you to worry about him. You've been in the car with me the whole time. You must be tired. Go back and rest," he said, his tone trying to remain calm. Virginia was reluctant, but when she looked up, Lance's determined face made it clear he insisted she leave. She quickly lowered her head, biting her lip, her mind racing to devise a plan. What should she do? She had to figure out a way to make Lance let her stay. At the very least, she needed to see Steven for herself! Virginia opened her mouth to say something, but Lance shot her a cold, stern look just as she did. "Be good. Listen." The words were plain but carried a strong sense of pressure, leaving no room for argument. Virginia immediately fell silent. Meanwhile, Marilyn saw Lance's reluctance to give in and relaxed slightly.She no longer appeared as intense and agitated as before. She kept her eyes fixed on Virginia while gently brushing her hair, her breath quick and labored. She was drained after the recent outburst, but now she looks weary. Francesca, noticing this, quickly stepped in to assist. "Mrs. Marilyn, please rest for a moment," she suggested, guiding Marilyn to the bed. Francesca knew better than to intervene or speculate about the situation between Marilyn and Lance. But Virginia ... She was definitely a troublemaker, a little vixen. To dare go against Marilyn in front of Lance? If she married into the Johnstons, it would be a disaster. She could never able to serve such a troublemaker. Francesca fully supported Marilyn's approach—Virginia should be sent away! Her mere presence was tainting the Johnstons' doors! Time ticked by, and soon, the car pulled up outside. Heavy footsteps echoed up the stairs, each one growing closer.The driver soon appeared in front of them. "Take Ms. Dolton downstairs. Once she's safely at her apartment, you can leave." Lance's cold voice rang out as he motioned to the driver. The driver bowed his head. "Understood. I'll ensure Ms. Dolton is safely escorted back to her apartment." Without hesitation, he moved to pull Virginia's sleeve. Virginia quickly took a few steps back, refusing to let him pull her. Her mind raced, her eyes darting around as she desperately tried to think of a way out. But ultimately, she couldn't come up with a good solution. With a hard bite of her lip, she decided to turn her body and bow to Marilyn. "Marilyn, I know you've always had a grudge against me. You think I betrayed the Johnstons all those years ago, but it was a misunderstanding! "You can't hold this against me for the rest of my life. People should always look forward, right? "I don't ask for anything else. I want you to accept me." Virginia might not have many strengths, but she was willing to sacrifice everything to achieve her goals. She was willing to give up anything for her goals, face, and dignity. "What are you doing?!" Lance was clearly shocked by Virginia's actions. He bent down, reaching out to pull her up. "Why are you bowing? Get up now." Virginia stubbornly shook her head. "I won't get up. "Marilyn has hated me for years. If this misunderstanding isn't resolved today, I won't just be unable to see Mr. Steven; I won't even be able to see you, Lance!" Lance softened his tone. "That won't happen. Mom won't stop me from seeing you. Please get up; we'll talk about it later." Virginia remained unmoved, her body glued to the floor as if stuck. Lance clenched his fists, his lips pressing into a hard line. He was caught in the middle, unsure of what to do. On one side was his mother, and on the other, his lover. He was in an impossible position.Marilyn looked at Virginia bowing before her, completely ignoring her as if she hadn't heard a thing. She even absentmindedly brushed her hair. Neither Marilyn nor Francesca spoke. Francesca silently passed by Virginia, crossing over her, and carefully handed Marilyn a cup of water. "Mrs. Marilyn, drink some tea to soothe your throat." Virginia, still bowing, couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Soothe her throat? What was she trying to do? Get Marilyn's throat ready to scold her again! Virginia was furious but could only continue to bow, silently playing the helpless victim. The atmosphere grew tenser, the silence palpable. Until a doctor in a white coat rushed into the room, breaking the stalemate. He hurried over to Marilyn and whispered something in her ear. Marilyn's face immediately changed.Without saying a word, she stood up in a panic and rushed toward the left corridor. Lance immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly followed. "Mom, what happened? Is there another issue with Grandpa?" Virginia also scrambled to her feet and hurried after them. But just as she was about to catch up, someone stepped before her, blocking her path. Virginia snapped, "What's going on? Move out of the way!" She glared at Marilyn, afraid of losing sight of her. The person didn't move. Virginia tried to push them out of the way, but they were immovable. She reluctantly spared a glance at the person before her. It was none other than Francesca, who had given Marilyn water earlier. "What are you doing? Move aside! Didn't you hear me!" Virginia was already irate from earlier, and now being blocked, she was even more furious. Francesca's expression was neutral. "I'm sorry, Ms. Dolton. Mrs. Marilyn said you can't go, so I can't let you pass." "Move, or I'll have Lance take care of you!" Francesca had worked as a maid for years and was much stronger than Virginia. Virginia was no match for her. In desperation, she mentioned Lance's name. But Francesca wasn't intimidated. She stood her ground. "I only listen to Mrs. Marilyn. What Mr. Johnston says is irrelevant to me. "I advise you not to waste your energy. "It's better for everyone if you stop stirring trouble." "You!" Virginia's anger was boiling over. "How dare you, a servant, defy me!" On the other side, Lance hurried after Marilyn into a bedroom. On the bed lay Steven, his face even more haggard than before, his body gaunt and fragile, a sight that made one's heart ache. "Mrs. Marilyn, you're here." The doctor greeted them. "We've done all we can for Mr. Steven."In this condition, if we don't find the Divine Healer soon ... " Lance looked at his grandfather on the bed, saying, "What will happen?" The doctor glanced at him and quietly lowered his head. "At most, he has another month to live." "One month?!" Lance clenched his fists tightly. "So Divine Healer is absolutely essential?"