Virginia shook her head. "Lana is already asleep. I don't want to disturb her." Her damp hair clung to her shoulders as she stepped closer to Lance, the wet tips brushing lightly against his chest. Lance felt the contact and immediately took a small step back, pursing his lips. "I don't have a hair dryer here," he said firmly. "You can either wait for your hair to air dry or ask Lana for one." He began to close the door, but Virginia quickly reached out to stop it before it shut. "Wait, Lance!" she said urgently. "I saw it—it's right there!" Lance turned to follow the direction of her finger. Sure enough, there it was—a pink hair dryer with a playful, girly design. The sight triggered a flood of memories. Lance could almost see Addison sitting by the bed, drying her hair. He could vividly recall the soft hum of the hair dryer and the familiar scent of her shampoo lingering in the air."Lance? Are you alright? Why aren't you saying anything?" Virginia's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She waved a hand in front of his face. "Did you think of something?" Shaking off the images in his mind, Lance stiffened and replied curtly, "It's nothing." Trying to mask his discomfort, he walked to the bathroom, picked up the hair dryer, and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he handed it to Virginia. "This was Addison's. She left it here before. You can use it to dry your hair." Virginia's expression shifted instantly. She stared at the pink hair dryer in his hand, her face darkening. Addison's hair dryer? Virginia's mood soured. Hadn't Addison moved out long ago? Why was her hair dryer still here? Why did Lance even keep it? The thought of Addison made Virginia seethe. She stopped unconsciously leaning toward Lance, her irritation bubbling over. Why is it always Addison? Why couldn't that woman just disappear entirely from my life? ...Virginia couldn't even remember how she got back to the guest room. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the pink hair dryer in her hands. Resentment burned in her chest, growing stronger with every passing second. Giving her Addison's old hair dryer? What was Lance implying? Did it mean that she was only worthy of using things Addison had left behind? Seething with anger, Virginia made a decision. She walked straight to the window and opened it. Without a second thought, she hurled the hair dryer out from the third floor. The sharp sound of the hair dryer smashing against the marble below echoed through the night as it shattered into pieces. Staring at the broken fragments on the ground, Virginia felt the turmoil inside her ease a little. She closed the window without a flicker of emotion. But before she could step away, a voice rang out from below. "Who threw that?" As the hair dryer tumbled to the ground, Lana happened to be walking by with a plate in hand. Startled, her heart raced as she glanced down, instantly overwhelmed by shock. Fortunately, she reacted just in time, managing to sidestep and narrowly avoid the falling object. If there were a mere second delay, the hair dryer would have struck her head, leaving her with severe injuries. Lana, no longer as young as she used to be, found such close calls hard to bear. The incident left her shaken for quite a while. In her distress, the plate she was holding slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor. She stared at the shattered hair dryer, searching for whoever was responsible. Upon hearing the commotion from below, Virginia peeked down but found it too dark to make out who was involved. "Who did this?" Lana called out, unwilling to accept what had just happened. When she shouted again, the voice finally registered in Virginia's mind. Is that Lana? Did I almost hit her with the hair dryer? A wave of panic swept over Virginia, and she quickly ducked out of sight, crouching low to avoid detection.Lance had once mentioned that Lana had been a trusted maid at the Johnston Residence for years, practically part of the family. He held her in high esteem. If Lana discovered Virginia had been the one who nearly injured her and reported it to Lance, the consequences would be dire. "Who's there? Who threw that?" Lana's voice rang out again, filled with irritation. Pressed against the wall, Virginia held her breath, making sure not to make a sound. She only dared to move once Lana's voice grew distant. The tension eased.