Virginia cautiously peeked out the window and noticed that Lana had already left, which allowed her to finally relax. The following morning, eager to make a good impression on Marilyn, Virginia woke up early and took charge of the cooking from Lana. She worked hard to prepare a full breakfast spread for Marilyn and Lance. As Lance descended the stairs, buttoning his shirt, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of the breakfast table. "Lana, are we expecting guests? Why did you prepare so much food all of a sudden?" he asked. Virginia, stepping out of the kitchen with a spatula, replied, "It's me; I made it!" Her eyes shone with anticipation, clearly hoping for some praise. "You made all of this?" Lance said, surprised, finishing the last button of his shirt. "Yes, it's all me," Virginia said, gesturing to the table full of food. "You must have gotten up early to do all this. You didn't have to go to so much trouble," Lance noted.Virginia lowered her head, her tone soft and apologetic. "I wasn't sure what Marilyn likes, so I made a little bit of everything. I hope she enjoys it." Lance's expression softened at her words. He was about to speak when Virginia suddenly gasped. "Oh no, the pot is burning!" she exclaimed, rushing back to the kitchen to turn off the stove. Lance watched her hasty movements, sighing quietly but deciding not to comment further. Sitting down at the table, he took a sip of his coffee. Before he could set the cup down, Marilyn appeared at the top of the stairs. "Good morning, Mom." Lance smiled at her. "Virginia made this breakfast for you. Come try it." Having seen Virginia work so hard, he felt compelled to speak up for her. "Virginia made all of this?" Marilyn asked, eyeing the spread with a slight frown. Upon hearing the conversation, Virginia quickly set down the spatula. "Marilyn, I wasn't sure what you liked, so I made a little of everything. I hope you'll like it."Before Marilyn could respond, Virginia added in a gentle tone, "If you don't like it, that's okay. I know I still have a lot to improve." Virginia looked so eager for approval like a child waiting for praise from her parents. Marilyn, not one to make a scene, decided not to criticize her for no reason. She nodded in acknowledgment. Without saying much more, Marilyn emotionlessly pulled out a chair and sat down.Virginia quickly slid some dishes toward her. "Please try them. If you like something, I'll make it again tomorrow." Marilyn's expression stiffened at that. She turned to Lance and asked, "Is Virginia staying tomorrow too? Didn't you say she was only here for one night?" Lance set his cutlery down, clearly caught off guard. He hadn't anticipated Virginia taking the initiative to suggest making breakfast for Marilyn the following day. He hadn't told her that she was allowed to stay at the Johnston Residence tonight. He gave her a look that seemed to warn her to be careful not to overstep her bounds.However, Virginia didn't seem to notice and kept pushing the plate toward Marilyn, eager for her to eat more. Virginia was confident in her cooking. While she might not excel in other areas, her culinary skills were exceptional—some might even say they were on par with those of Michelin-star chefs. She was sure Marilyn would enjoy the breakfast. "Mrs. Marilyn, please take your medicine first." Before Virginia could finish moving the plate, Lana came over with a glass of water, interrupting the moment. Virginia felt a little irritated and thought Lana was being inconsiderate by interrupting the conversation. Marilyn walked past Virginia, glancing at Lana as she did. "Give me the medicine." Lana nodded and handed her the medicine carefully. Those pills had been prepared by Addison for Marilyn, and with Addison no longer at the house, the remaining supply was even more valuable. Marilyn took the glass, swallowed the pills, and handed the glass back to Lana. Lana watched Marilyn take the medicine, then took the glass back with a sigh of relief. As she was about to leave, she heard a voice from behind. "Lana." Lana turned and asked, "Yes, Mr. Johnston. How can I help?"