His face showed no extra emotion, nor did he reveal any sign of agreement or disagreement. "Lance, is it okay?" Virginia's eyes, sparkling like the blue sea, were locked onto him. Lance slightly furrowed his brows but didn't speak. "Lance, please. I feel so unsafe right now. Suppose I have to go back to that cold apartment alone. In that case, I'll be heartbroken," Virginia pleaded, blinking her eyes desperately and putting on a vulnerable, heartbroken act. Lance stared at Virginia as if he were pondering something. After a moment, he spoke coldly. After a moment, he spoke coldly. "I already told you that you should stay in the apartment. At that moment, seeing Virginia in this state and recalling how the woman had been accidentally pushed and injured—her arm bleeding non-stop—he felt a moment of sympathy. However, his sympathy was short-lived. He quickly remembered that Marilyn was still in the Johnston Residence. He recalled how Marilyn had treated Virginia in the past. He could imagine what would happen if Virginia followed him to the Johnston Residence. The entire house would turn upside down. "You should stay in the apartment. Don't come with me to the Johnston Residence." Upon hearing this, Virginia's eyes immediately dimmed. Lance continued, his voice cold, "You know my mother doesn't like you." "If you return to the Johnston Residence with me, you don't know how much trouble my mother might cause. The house will be in chaos again. How will we deal with that?" His icy words struck Virginia's heart. Her face turned pale. "Lance," "I know your mom doesn't like me, but I will have to marry into the Johnstons one day." "Once I marry into the Johnstons, I'll have to live with her eventually. We'll have to face each other sooner or later. I think it's better to discuss things with her now and resolve any misunderstandings." Lance's brow relaxed momentarily, but he still didn't speak. "I promise I can help her accept me slowly," ," Virginia straightened up, raised her hand, and swore an oath with three fingers raised. Lance raised his hand and gently lowered hers. "No need to swear." Although he hadn't agreed, at least he had spoken. Virginia's eyes brightened, and her spirits were lifted. "Lance, just give me one more chance. I really can make Marilyn change her mind." Lance raised an eyebrow, asking in return, "How will you make my mother accept you?" "Marilyn misunderstood me before. Once I explain everything to her, she won't hold any grudges against me," Virginia said seriously. "Even if she doesn't believe me now, after spending time with her, she'll see the kind of person I am. "Once she knows what kind of person I am, she won't be prejudiced against me anymore. "Lance, just give me one more chance." Lance lowered his gaze to the newspaper in his hands. His long lashes concealed his eyes, his expression indifferent, his face void of emotion as he listened to her entire speech.At that moment, the flight attendant walked up to their seats. "Sir, Miss, is there anything you need?" Virginia instinctively waved her hand. "No." Before she could finish, she heard Lance's voice. "Please bring a small blanket for this lady. She might be cold while sleeping." "Of course, please wait a moment," the flight attendant smiled and returned to get the blanket. Virginia watched the flight attendant's back, and the hope that had just sparked in her heart immediately crashed down. Having lived with Lance for so many years, how could she not understand what he meant by his earlier words? She hadn't even said she would sleep, yet Lance proactively asked the flight attendant for a blanket. The meaning behind that action was obvious. He subtly told her to stop talking about this issue, indicating that she should obediently take the blanket and sleep quietly. Virginia clenched the corner of her clothes, falling silent. She had said everything she could, but Lance didn't soften. She didn't know what else to do.Without any other ideas to change his mind, she reluctantly followed Lance's instructions and prepared to sleep. "Miss, here is your blanket." Wearing a purple skirt, the flight attendant smiled as she handed Virginia an exquisite wool blanket. "Thank you," Virginia said in a dry voice, her mood clearly low. "Is this size suitable? If it's not, we can get a bigger or smaller one for you," the flight attendant asked kindly.