"He's willing to compromise today, which means he's probably already accepted Lance to some extent. The rest is just a matter of time. "Eventually, with enough time, he'll naturally accept Lance and the Johnstons. You don't need to be upset." Leon's voice was gentle as if soothing a little baby. But when those words were spoken, they didn't comfort Addison. She froze, her body trembling slightly. No, Grandpa shouldn't accept Lance! She didn't want Matthew to accept Lance at all! Addison felt overwhelmed, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her. If Matthew really accepted the Johnstons, who knew what might happen next? With Lance's personality, he might end up making Matthew so angry that he'd die from it. That was going to cause more trouble for the Daves! Seeing Addison fall silent, Leon turned to look at her. He was taken aback when he saw her face. Addison looked unwell, her expression a clear sign of distress, like a wilted plant. Her mood was written all over her face. Leon immediately grew anxious, fearing that Addison would start crying at any moment. He quickly tried to reassure her. "What I said is true, Addy. Please believe me," he urged, his voice hurried. "Grandpa will definitely accept Lance ... " Before Leon could finish, Addison pressed her hand to her cheek and exhaled softly. "Ouch. "Uncle Leon, let's hurry. My face is starting to hurt." She tried to distract her uncle from talking more about Lance. Sure enough, once Leon heard this, he immediately dropped the topic of Lance. "Alright, alright, Addy. Just hold on a little longer. We'll be there soon. "Luckily, Morris was thoughtful and packed burn ointment in the car. Don't worry, your face won't scar." Addison nodded absentmindedly. Honestly, she wasn't concerned about whether her face would scar. It didn't matter to her. Whether the scar stayed or not made no difference. Since Harvey left, she hadn't cared as much about her appearance. After all, the one she loved most was no longer around. What good was her beauty now? In the penthouse suite of a five-star hotel in Kreshill. Lance stood on the carpet, holding the card that wouldn't process, his expression deep in thought. After returning from the restaurant, he felt increasingly uneasy. Something didn't seem right. He knew the card couldn't be empty, but it didn't go through in the restaurant. Lance didn't understand where the problem was. Just as he was lost in thought, his phone rang. He bent over and grabbed it from the table. The screen showed a string of numbers. Lance hadn't saved Addison's contact information, but he had memorized the number. One glance, and he knew it was her. Without hesitation, he answered the call. "What happened?" His voice was low, tense."I've taken care of it. Remember to have the signed divorce agreement ready." Her voice on the other end was calm and emotionless, but her words dropped like a bombshell. Addison was calling to remind Lance. As soon as the words were out, Lance put aside his concerns about the bank card. "You really did it? "Did the Divine Healer agree to treat my grandpa?" It would be impossible not to be surprised. After all, it was rare for someone to be able to get the Divine Healer to step in. "Mm," Addison responded flatly. After hearing her confirmation, Lance's initial joy was quickly followed by doubt. How had Addison managed to do it? The Divine Healer was not someone easily accessible. Countless people had thrown fortunes at the problem and still couldn't see him. Yet, Addison had done it? The reason he had asked Addison to find the Divine Healer was more of a last-ditch effort. He hadn't really expected much.After all, the Divine Healer wasn't just any regular doctor. Lance knew that very few people could afford or even get the chance to meet such a person. Even if Addison had some connection with the Daves, it was probably just with some distant branch family. There was no way she could know the Divine Healer. "You ... " Lance hesitated, pondering whether to ask the question on his mind. Addison could tell that he was holding something back. She raised an eyebrow. "Since when did Mr. Johnston become so hesitant? "If you have something to say, just say it." Hearing this, Lance stopped hesitating and became serious. "Addison, are you lying to me?" His voice was low, with a note of certainty. "Hm?" The woman frowned, three black lines appearing on her forehead. When had she ever lied to anyone? This was just ridiculous. If Lance didn't trust her, why had he asked her to bring in the Divine Healer? What was the point?