The injury was on her face and couldn't be taken lightly. But Addison didn't move. She squeezed her hands together, her voice low. "Grandpa, I'm sorry. It was my mistake." She felt a deep guilt, especially since she caused the damage. She knew Matthew must be furious. But surprisingly, there were no harsh words or scolding. Matthew stared at Addison's face for a long time. Her face was small, and her delicate skin was now burned, with a noticeable red patch. She stood there, stubborn, like a resilient little tree fighting through the wind. Looking at her, Matthew let out a long sigh, suppressing the last traces of irritation in his chest. Forget it. After all, he was getting old, and there was no need to hold grudges against Addison. Before he passed, he wanted to fulfill as many of Addison's wishes as possible. If she liked Lance, so be it.The situation was set, and there was no reason to argue anymore. "Addy, it's alright. You don't need to blame yourself. "It's just a kitchen. Go with Leon and take care of your injuries." Addison seemed hesitant. "Grandpa." "You said before that you wanted me to treat Mr. Steven. I've agreed to it," Matthew said, gazing at his granddaughter. Before Addison could respond, Leon, standing by, looked utterly stunned. He had spent so much time trying to convince Matthew, but Matthew hadn't budged. Now, all of a sudden, his attitude had changed completely. "Dad, you ... ?" Leon was shocked. "You're accepting Lance?" Agreeing to treat Steven was no small matter. Lance was from the Johnstons, and Steven was the head of the Johnstons. The Daves agreeing to treat the head of the Johnstons was significant— an explicit acknowledgment of the Johnstons' status.If Matthew agreed, he would lower the Daves' pride and accept the Johnstons. "Hmph." Matthew snorted coldly. "How could I accept Lance? With his character, I would never accept him." Matthew puffed his chest out, speaking half in jest, half seriously. "There are plenty of men in Kreshill like him. How could someone like him be worthy of Addy?" "So why did you agree to treat Steven?" Leon asked, completely confused. "I ... " Matthew was caught off guard by this question. Addison, too, looked intently at Matthew. For some reason, Matthew saw a hint of expectation in her gaze. Matthew cleared his throat, pretending to cough a few times. Even though he had told himself to accept Lance, looking into Addison's expectant eyes, a rebellious impulse rose. "I'm a doctor. When someone is on the verge of death, and I can help, I'll do what I can."For me, it doesn't matter whether the patient is from Kreshill or Halton, which family they come from, or even if a homeless person wanders the streets. "To me, all patients are the same. I will do my best to save them. Saving lives has nothing to do with whether or not I accept the Johnstons. "To me, Steven is just another patient." Matthew spoke firmly, making his position clear. Ultimately, it is evident that he still didn't want Addison to have unrealistic hopes. Leon understood Matthew's stance but feared that Addison might feel hurt by his words. Without a second thought, he hurriedly took her hand and pulled her away. "Dad, I'll take Addy to ice her face. We'll be back soon." "Alright, make sure to take care of her face. A girl's face is important—don't be careless." Matthew nodded, giving his approval. Once he received permission, Leon quickly grabbed Addison's hand, anxious not to give her a chance to feel upset. Loving someone not accepted by the family was bound to hurt anyone.He wasn't good at comforting people. When his wife cried, he was at a complete loss, helpless, just standing by and getting anxious. If Addison cried later, he wouldn't be able to comfort her either. He thought it best to get her away from the situation as quickly as possible, not allowing her to feel upset. With this in mind, Leon hurriedly pulled Addison away. Addison, being pulled along, wasn't quite sure what was happening. "Uncle Leon, there's no need to rush. My face isn't that bad." She felt like the floor was practically smoking under her feet, and if they took another step, she might fly out of there. But Leon seemed to have not heard her. He was utterly absorbed in his thoughts, ignoring everything else. He spoke without looking at her, "Addy, Matthew's a tough cookie with a soft heart."