Under the moonlight, a man and a woman stood beneath a pavilion. The woman's arm was cautiously wrapped around the man while his face remained tense. There seemed to be an unspoken tension between them, making it difficult to discern what was happening. After a long pause, Lance finally spoke with difficulty. "It's late. You should go back to your apartment now." Perhaps sensing that his words were too harsh and might scare her, he quickly added, "Be good, get some rest." Virginia secretly glanced up at him. His expression had softened compared to earlier, and the coldness around him had dissipated, clearly indicating that he was buying into her explanation. She let out a quiet sigh of relief. It seemed that Lance had believed her words, and she had narrowly escaped this crisis. "As for Grandpa, I'll think of another way. If that doesn't work ... " He paused before continuing, his tone serious. "Then we'll have to resort to your method." Virginia nodded obediently. "Yes! I'll do whatever you say, Lance." Lance looked down at the woman before him. Her pale skin, docile expression, and eyes as clear as water made her seem like an innocent little bunny, unaware of the world. A pang of guilt passed through his heart. Virginia had never been this anxious before. She had once been so lively, so pure, always a spoiled little princess in front of him. But now, this little princess seemed to have lost all sense of security, constantly worried that she might be abandoned. His throat tightened, and he felt a sense of discomfort, as though something was stuck in his chest. His voice was low when he spoke. "I'll call the driver. You should get in the car. "Don't worry about Grandpa. I'll handle it." Virginia nodded again, appearing obedient. "Alright." The driver arrived quickly, and the sleek, dark-colored Maybach, with its white headlights, illuminated the pavilion, making the surroundings bright. Virginia glanced at the car, then stepped forward, her steps slow as she kept glancing back. It was as if she couldn't bear to part from him, like a couple in love. "Lance, I'm really going now." Lance stood still, not moving an inch, simply watching her. When he heard her voice, he gave a slight nod. "Lance, can I come back tomorrow to visit Mr. Steven?" Virginia seemed to be still worried about Grandpa's condition. She had already opened the car door but was still holding onto it, unwilling to get in. Lance initially wanted to refuse outright. After all, Marilyn had already made it very clear that she didn't welcome Virginia to the house. If Virginia came again, it might provoke Marilyn's illness, making him awkward. But when he saw Virginia shivering slightly in the cold wind, trying hard to appear unaffected, his refusal got stuck in his throat.Virginia continued waiting for his answer in the cold breeze, but Lance avoided her gaze. He pursed his lips and, with long strides, walked toward the house without looking back at her. In the dim light, Francesca's figure appeared by his side, holding something in her hands as she reported something to him. Virginia watched him until his figure disappeared up the stairs. Once he was gone, the atmosphere in the courtyard turned quiet. Seeing that Lance had ignored Virginia, the driver felt a sense of dread. Whenever Virginia was ignored by the young master, she would usually go mad. She would throw dishes and even glare at anyone in sight, scolding them no matter what they did. Now, Lance had ignored her again, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would bear the brunt of her wrath. The driver quietly stepped back, trying to stay out of her attention. But to his surprise, Virginia didn't get angry. Instead, she smiled.The driver was taken aback by her smile, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. Why did her smile seem more terrifying than when she was angry? "Shall we go?" Virginia suddenly turned to the driver, her voice sweet with a chilling undertone. The driver instinctively pulled his head back, nodding quickly. "Yes, Ms. Dolton. I'll take you back to your apartment immediately." He hurriedly opened the other side of the car door, and Virginia smiled as she thanked him. The driver shuddered once more. Maybe it would be best if Virginia didn't smile. It was genuinely unsettling. Early morning, at the Daves residence in Kreshill. Addison was still asleep when she suddenly heard some faint sounds from outside. Though the noises weren't loud, it was clear that the person making them was trying to keep them down. Still, it was enough to wake her. Last night was the first time in years that she had returned to this bed after leaving the Daves. The bed was still the same, the room was still the same, and even everything inside hadn't changed. But no matter how much she tossed and turned, Addison couldn't sleep for some reason. She had finally drifted off at dawn, only to be awakened by the noise outside. She sighed and tried to roll over and cover her head with the blanket, hoping to get some more sleep. But the noise didn't stop. Even if she blocked her ears, it still kept coming through. It seemed there was no way she could stay in bed any longer. Addison opened her eyes, still dazed, and quietly got out of bed. Slipping on her slippers, she walked to the door of her room. As soon as she opened it, she saw busy servants rushing around the yard, each holding wooden boxes. Some carried furniture—tables, chairs, and swings—sending them toward the garden. Addison was stunned. One of the servants suddenly noticed her and seemed surprised. She quickly bent down and greeted, "Ms. Addison, good morning!" Upon hearing her, everyone else turned their attention toward Addison. They bowed unison and said, "Ms. Addison, good morning." Addison was caught off guard. She waved her hand to signal them to stand up. "It's fine, go on with your work, don't mind me." After saying that, she hurriedly closed the door and returned to her room. She didn't need to think much to know that this had to be something Leon arranged. A headache began to form. She sat at the table, poured herself a glass of water, and tried to calm down. But before she had even taken a sip, there was a knock at the door. "Ms. Addison, is it alright if we come in?" Addison instinctively nodded. "Sure, come in." She wanted to appear as friendly as possible, to avoid making anyone uncomfortable, especially since she had just returned to the Daves. The door opened, and two people entered, carrying a wooden box. Before she could speak, two more servants, also carrying wooden boxes, followed in. One after another, the room was half full of wooden boxes.Addison couldn't help but grab one of the servants. "What are all these?" The maid immediately bent down in respect. "Ms. Addison, these are all items Mr. Daves instructed us to bring to you." With that, she approached one of the boxes and carefully opened it. Addison looked down. Inside the box were many intricately designed hairpins, combs, and gemstone earrings. Each piece was dazzlingly beautiful, gleaming in the light. Addison's eyelids twitched. She picked up one of the earrings. It was made of ruby, a vivid red, but set elegantly and delicately, giving off a gentle aura. The entire box and its contents were worth a fortune. She turned to the other boxes. "Do these also contain jewelry?" The maid shook her head. "Ms. Addison, some are jewelry, some are silk fabrics, and there are also many precious trinkets, paintings, and calligraphy. "Mr. Daves said you can keep whichever you like, and those you don't want can be given away or donated to build a hospital." Addison was taken aback. She quickly took a large sip of her water to steady herself. She knew her family wasn't lacking in money, but she hadn't expected that in just three years. Had the Daves' wealth reached this level? It was far beyond her imagination. She took a few steps forward and opened another box. It contained ancient paintings, each worth an enormous sum, yet casually placed in the box.