Lance turned his head to briefly glance at the woman resting against the window, looking outside. Without a word, he unlatched his seatbelt and exited the car. Noticing him step out, Addison followed suit, unbuckling her seatbelt. As she reached for the door handle, it swung open from the outside. There he stood, one hand casually placed on the car door, his stance radiating a quiet elegance that made him seem even more refined. His suit, perfectly tailored, highlighted his tall and poised figure, and his long fingers rested casually on the door. Even the simple gesture of opening the door for someone seemed to carry an air of distinction when Lance did it. Yet, for Addison, seeing this, her emotions were far from what she expected. Honestly, she felt a bit taken aback. Wasthisreally Lance? Whywas he actingsodifferentlytoday? An unsettling feeling crept through her. When things felt off, there was usually something behind it. Lance was definitely not acting like himself ... Normally, he wouldn't wait for her, let alone open the door. Could he behavingsecondthoughtsaboutthedivorceagreement? Addison felt a knot form in her stomach as unease settled in. "Addison ... you've finally made it!" Marilyn's voice reached her before the woman herself appeared. As Addison was stepping out of the car, she spotted Marilyn jogging toward her. "I have been waiting forever! I thought maybe Lance had gotten lost ... or taken you somewhere else!" Marilyn grabbed Addison's hand, her face filled with concern. Hearing Marilyn's voice instantly brought a smile to Addison's face. It was a reflex—after all the care Marilyn had shown her over the years, she couldn't help but smile the moment she saw her. "Marilyn, it's freezing out here! And with your health, why are you standing in the cold waiting for me?" Just a short time at the airport had made Addison shiver, so she couldn't imagine how much harder it was for Marilyn. If she stood out there any longer, it would surely wear her down. Without hesitation, Addison gently pulled Marilyn toward the warmth of the house. "Alright, alright, let's go inside. I've already asked the chef to prepare a feast. Everything's ready and waiting for you." As they made their way toward the courtyard, Addison noticed something ... The people she had glimpsed through the car window were all there to greet her. The front gate of Johnston Residence was lined with bodyguards and house staff. As soon as they spotted Addison, they all called out in unison. "Mrs. Addison, welcome!" Familiar faces surrounded her, greeting her from every direction. A wave of warmth filled Addison's chest as she stepped onto the grounds. Honestly, aside from Lance, Johnston Residence held a special place in her heart. It was a place full of memories, and every time she returned, it felt like coming home. ...As the group entered the living room, the table was already laden with steaming dishes, freshly prepared and clearly still hot. "Addison, come in! You must be starving. We made all your favorite dishes," Marilyn said eagerly. Before Addison could even sit down, Marilyn was already urging her to start eating. In that moment, Marilyn's attention was focused entirely on Addison—there was no room for anyone else. "Marilyn, there's no need to serve me. I can help myself." Addison glanced at her plate, already piled high with food, and quickly spoke up, trying to prevent Marilyn from adding more. Back at the Daves Residence, her plate was always overflowing. Her grandfather would insist on filling it with dish after dish.