"Lance, you can go now. I'll let you go. Don't worry about me. Just leave me here to handle things on my own." When these words came out, they only made Lance feel more guilty. "Virginia." Looking at the girl on the floor, crying like a broken doll, he found himself at a loss for words. In his moment of helplessness, he glanced down at his phone. He hadn't noticed, but the call to Addison had already been disconnected. Lance raised an eyebrow, but his expression didn't show surprise. After all, he expected Addison to hang up immediately. She couldn't wait five minutes, so how could she have the patience to listen to him and Virginia argue? Lance didn't say anything further, quietly slipping his phone into his pocket and returning his full attention to Virginia. "Virginia."Stop this. Let's go home." His voice was low, almost as if it had a soothing quality, and it immediately stilled Virginia's sobs. She looked up at him, dazed. "Go home?" "Lance, do I still have a home?" Virginia squatted down, her bright eyes filled with sorrow as she looked up at him. Lance's pupils darkened, and his gaze turned cold, but there was an unmistakable depth mixed with an emotion he couldn't quite name. "Yes. You have a home." He said it slowly, almost like a vow. But Virginia seemed to regain some clarity and shook her head. "No, no, no. I have no home anymore. That home is yours and Addison's, not mine." Her mental state appeared fragile, as if she were on the verge of snapping. She spoke in a daze, her eyes unfocused, her entire demeanor delicate, like a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment. "Virginia, listen to me."My home is your home. The Johnstons will always be your family. Don't be afraid. I won't leave you alone." "I won't listen, I won't listen." Virginia was consumed by her emotions, her mind too far gone to hear anything he said. Lance sighed, knowing that this would never be resolved if he let her continue crying. He bent down and firmly grasped her delicate arm, pulling her up quickly. Virginia was so lost in her emotions that she didn't react quickly enough. Before she could say anything, his handsome face was suddenly in front of hers. Without waiting for her to gasp, he grabbed her from behind and lifted her off the ground with one arm, holding her tightly against his chest. At that moment, Virginia felt like the world had come to a complete stop. She couldn't hear anything around her, only her heart pounding and her breath swirling around her face. "We're going home." Lance held her close, walking down the stairs with determination. His tall figure seemed to tower over her, and Virginia felt like a doll cradled in his arms. She couldn't find the words to say anything anymore. The accusations she had prepared in her mind were forgotten entirely. Why was her heart still beating so fast, even after Lance had treated her like this? Why was her heart so unwilling to stop caring for him after everything he had done? Virginia lay stiffly in his arms, unable to speak. How did being held by Lance like this calm her? Why did it feel like she was already halfway to forgiving him? Meanwhile, at Herbs Valley. Addison hadn't planned on hanging up the phone.She had intended to listen in on Virginia's tantrum, curious to see how she would respond. She thought it would be a form of entertainment. But as soon as she heard Virginia's sobs on the other end of the line, it felt like her head had exploded. The noise was so overwhelming that she couldn't take it.She had overestimated her ability to handle it. She couldn't stand hearing Virginia's crying. How did Lance endure it? How could he listen to a woman crying like that in front of him without even batting an eye? Was this what people meant by 'love is blind'? Did Virginia's tears somehow sound like a melody to him? Addison shook her head, confused. "Addy, come here! Look at the furnace Morris and I built!" Leon was covered in soot, energetically waving at Addison with excitement. "I'm coming!" Addison said, snapping herself out of her thoughts with a smile as she walked over. "Look, how's it? I still have some talent, right?" Leon proudly showed off the furnace he had built. The furnace, made using traditional methods, was simple yet surprisingly delicate despite being made of clay.