Addison maintained her composure, her expression unflappable and without any discernible flaws. Lance searched her face for a long time, failing to find any inconsistencies but he continued to stare as if challenging Addison or perhaps himself. Even for someone as patient as Addison, being scrutinized like this was unsettling. "If you have something to say, just say it. There's no need to keep staring," she said, her tone calm yet tinged with a hint of impatience. "You've been staring for a while now, you must have something on your mind, right?" Lance was momentarily caught off guard by Addison's straightforwardness, and he struggled to articulate his thoughts. "I do have something to say. "Such as ... " Lance searched for the right words, his thoughts meandering before he finally shook his head in frustration. "Nothing. "I have nothing to say.""Really?" Addison pressed, taking a step forward to probe further. It was clear from her demeanor that she truly did not know Harvey. How could someone guilty take the initiative to lead the conversation in a direction that could potentially expose them? "Really, it's nothing." He finally sighed, observing Addison's somewhat naive expression. Was he just overthinking? Studying her expression, did Addison genuinely have no idea who Harvey was? Also, how could Addison possibly be connected to Harvey? Harvey had been in a car accident three years ago, long before Addison had even come into the picture. I must be overthinking this, right? Harvey tried to calm himself, pushing aside the suspicion and wariness that had clouded his thoughts. "Are you hungry? It's not really ideal to just have tea without any food."With his doubts set aside, Lance reverted to his usual poised and considerate self, inquiring if Addison felt like eating something. However, Addison was taken aback. Is Lance okay? He had just ordered food, and now he was asking if I was hungry and if I needed to eat. What a perplexing man. Internally, Addison could not help but mutter a few choice words about Lance's erratic behavior. Yet, outwardly, she kept her composure. "No, thank you. I'll leave after finishing this cup of tea. "There's no need to order more food." She wished she could rapidly gulp down her tea. When Addison mentioned she was leaving, Lance finally responded, pausing before broaching another subject, "About ... Grandpa's condition ... "Could you possibly contact the Daves' divine healer to help save Grandpa?" His voice was low, carrying a hint of desperation. Addison arched an eyebrow, sensing the reluctance in his tone.Is Lance actually seeking my help? "I ... " She began to respond, but Lance cut her off. "You don't need to refuse me right now." Addison blinked, realizing Lance had anticipated her initial reluctance. "Since you have access to the Daves, your connections with them must be significant." People like him and Virginia had no such access, but Addison did, which clearly suggested she had secrets yet to be revealed. "Since you have such a connection with the Daves, helping Grandpa should be easy for you." At this, Addison scoffed, "Easy? "While I do have some connections within the Daves, I'm not in a position to just arrange the healer's schedule. "The status of the Daves' healer within their organization is significant, and considering you know this, you shouldn't make such assumptions. You're giving me too much credit." Addison was bluffing, trying to mislead Lance. "The healer only saves those he chooses to; if he decides not to save someone, no amount of pleading will change his mind." However, in reality, if Addison, the beloved granddaughter, were to request it, Matthew would be more than willing to assist anyone. It was not as complicated as she was making it seem. "Regardless, it's not possible for me, an outsider, to influence him." Lance blinked, absorbing Addison's words. Then, in a subdued tone, he countered, "The reason people honor him with the title of the divine healer is for his reputed compassion and his medical prowess, isn't it? "But now, with a patient on the brink of death, he, as a healer, is ignoring the situation? "Choosing who to save and who not to save—doesn't this amount to playing with lives like it's some game?" Lance's voice rose as he spoke, his disdain for the Daves' divine healer's apparent indifference becoming evident. "Does such behavior really befit the title of a divine healer? Is he worthy of respect from the people?"