The doctor lowered his head, afraid to look at Lance, and of course, didn't hear his question. Lance's face darkened further as he asked again, "Are you sure it's just one month?" he spoke as he slowly approached the doctor, eventually standing right before him. Lance radiated an overwhelming pressure. This time, the doctor heard him loud and clear and quickly nodded, "Yes, Mr. Steven's condition is not good. "The toxicity of the medication is too high. It was barely keeping him in a vegetative state, but now, we don't know why ... "We don't know why, but his condition is deteriorating. Now, we can't even keep him in a vegetative state." Before he could finish speaking, Lance was suddenly enraged, his voice cold as he spat, "Can't keep him in a vegetative state? "Now you tell me you can't keep him alive?" With each word, Lance stepped forward, forcing the doctor into the corner of the room."You're a doctor, and now you're telling me you can't even keep him alive, and you don't even know why? What use is the Johnstons keeping you around? "All these years, you've been feeding off the Johnstons, and you can't even care for a patient!" Lance's anger grew with each word, and he nearly kicked the doctor out of the way. These doctors hired by the Johnstons were all useless! How could they not even know what caused such a serious issue with Grandpa? I don't understand what these idiots do all day, just sitting by the patient's side. Lance's forehead was bulging with veins, his teeth clenched as his foot was raised, ready to kick the doctor. But then, as if recalling something, he suppressed his anger and held back his action. Instead, he kicked a medicine box on the floor aside, venting his frustration. The medicine box wasn't sealed tightly, and with Lance's kick, it flew across the room with a loud crash. The contents spilled out, including many glass bottles of liquid medicine. The glass shattered on impact, and the thick liquid flowed out.The doctor was terrified, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. He quickly waved his hands, "Mr. Johnston, I'm not trying to take advantage. It's just that Mr. Steven's condition is so rare, far beyond my medical abilities." But Lance didn't want to listen to any more excuses. His mind spun, and he found the doctor's words annoying. "Leave." The doctor froze, thinking he'd misheard, "Mr. Johnston, what did you say?" "I said leave, didn't you hear me?" Lance gritted his teeth as the words were forced out between clenched jaws. The doctor, trembling, quickly scrambled to his feet and ran for the door, nearly slipping a few times as he fled. Unable to argue with Francesca any further, Virginia cursed her under her breath, silently resenting the clueless woman. Despite her anger, however, she stayed. But despite her anger, she didn't leave. She sat there on the couch in the living room as though waiting for Lance to come out before she would leave. Seeing Virginia wouldn't leave, Francesca, to keep an eye on her, stood at the top of the stairs, watching Virginia without even blinking. The two women stood there, locked in a tense standoff, the air thick with the unease between them. As the seconds ticked by, Lance finally emerged from the hallway, his footsteps heavy. When Virginia saw him, she sprang to her feet like a spring, hurrying toward him. "Lance, you're finally out. How's Mr. Steven?" Her words were met with a silence. Virginia looked up, the cold light of the room reflecting off Lance's tired, somewhat melancholic face. He looked much more worn out than before. Upon seeing this, Virginia knew exactly what was going on. She silently let go of his arm and said nothing further. From Lance's expression, it was clear that Steven's condition had worsened again. Everything from now on would be left to time.And she? She just had to wait for the news of his death. A quiet smile crept onto her lips, and the weight in her heart lifted, along with her mood. Lance walked with heavy steps, descending the stairs, crossing the living room, and eventually heading toward the pavilion outside. The night was cold, the temperature dropping as the evening settled in. Virginia shivered the moment she stepped outside. Though she was reluctant to accompany Lance in the cold, she still chose to stand by his side to maintain her image of being understanding and considerate. "Lance, let me get you a jacket, alright? It's really cold outside, and if you catch a cold, that wouldn't be good." But once again, silence was his only response. Virginia didn't feel awkward at all. She continued, "How about I get you a cup of water?" Saying that she briskly walked into the living room. Inside the living room, Francesca was about to take a cup to Marilyn to help her take the medication for the day.But just as she reached for the cup, someone suddenly walked in from outside. The person snatched the cup from Francesca's hand, filled it to the brim with hot water, and then turned without a word, walking straight out. The sequence of movements was so smooth that even Francesca was momentarily stunned. After a few moments, she realized her cup was gone. Virginia was completely rude! How could Lance ignore a gentle lady like Addison and instead look at Virginia? So many cups were around, yet she had to snatch the one from her hands? And she did it so boldly as if the Johnstons were already hers! Francesca was furious, taking several deep breaths to calm down. Virginia walked out slowly, carrying the cup of hot water, and approached Lance. With great care, she extended the cup toward him, her eyes filled with concern. Her gaze seemed to genuinely worry about his health."Lance, drink some hot water. It's so cold outside." But instead of bringing warmth, her voice only made him more irritated. He needed quiet—an environment where he could think in peace, not a woman constantly chattering around him. "I don't want it." His voice was cold and firm. But Virginia persisted, "Lance, please, just a sip. Otherwise, you'll get sick." Unexpectedly, as she extended the cup, instead of receiving a gentle response, the cup was knocked out of her hands, spilling hot water all over her. "Ah!" The scalding water splashed onto her delicate skin, and she winced from the pain on the back of her hand. Lance immediately turned to look at her. Her cry snapped him back to reality, and he realized his actions had been out of line. "Virginia, are you alright?" He bent down to hold her hand. But Virginia quickly pulled her hand away, clearly not wanting him to touch her. "I'm fine." Lance could tell she was pretending to be calm. He lowered his gaze, his voice softening. "I'm sorry. "Grandpa's condition is terrible, so I lost control of my emotions for a moment. "The doctor said he might only have a month left." Virginia's eyelids twitched. A month? It seemed the doctor had chosen a pretty effective medicine if it could make Steven pass so quickly. "If we can't find the Divine Healer. Grandpa's life will be lost." Virginia glanced up at him, her small hand gently retaking his. "Lance, don't be sad. "I actually have a way to find the Divine Healer." At this, Lance immediately looked at her, his gaze sharp. "Really?" Virginia nodded. "Although I'm just a branch of the Daves, I'm still one of them. "I know the Daves's location in Kreshill. I can take you to the Daves's ancestral home to find their divine doctor!"Her eyes shone brightly under the moonlight, like a glimmer of hope. Lance's eyelashes fluttered. Virginia secretly smiled again. She knew that when Lance fell into despair, she would likely become his light if she offered him just a sliver of hope.