As she spoke, Virginia plopped herself down on the bed, her posture making it clear that no one was going to move her. Lance frowned at her audacity. "Virginia, stop this nonsense." "Nonsense?" Virginia's eyes widened even more. "Lance, did you just call what I'm doing nonsense? "I'm just scared, okay? I don't want to spend the night alone in that dark, creepy room ... How is that nonsense?" Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. "Lance, you've never said that to me before ... When I was scared in the past, you were always there for me ... "Why have you changed?" A single tear rolled down her cheek. Addison, watching from the side, kept her expression cold and indifferent. The sight of Virginia's tear-filled eyes only made her feel a deep sense of disgust. Here wegoagain.Couldn'tthiswomancomeupwith a newtrick? Everysingletime, itwasthesameact—tears. Didn't Lance evergettiredofseeingthesameoldperformance? Or was he thetypewhofellforiteverytime? DidVirginia'stearsalwayssoften his heart, nomatterhowoftenshecried? Addison didn't know, nor did she care to understand. All she felt was an overwhelming sense of irritation. "You can turn on the lights if you're scared of the dark," Addison said flatly, cutting through Virginia's theatrics like a knife. What a joke it was to claim she was afraid of the dark. Virginia was the kind of person who would frame others without a second thought and was even ruthless enough to harm Steven. If she wasn't afraid of those who might come back as vengeful spirits, how could she possibly fear the dark? The idea that she'd be afraid of the dark was laughable."Yes, you can turn on the lights," Lance said, surprising even himself with his agreement to Addison's suggestion. Perhaps it was the mention of Marilyn that swayed him. His tone was cold and emotionless, leaving no space for Virginia's pleas. Virginia's face crumpled at Lance's indifference. "Lance ... I ... I ... " "If you've got nothing left to say, don't force it. Go back to your room, turn on the lights, and sleep. I'm going to bed now. "And if you're so worried about the electricity bill, I'll cover it. I'm not exactly strapped for cash." Addison's voice carried an edge of impatience. Her blunt dismissal was followed by a pointed glance at the door. "Oh, and make sure you close the door on your way out." Virginia's face contorted in fury. Her face twisted, half contorted in an expression of pure rage. "You ... You ... Addison, don't push it! "Don't go too far ... " By the end of her sentence, Virginia's voice was choked with sobs, making it hard to understand her.All that could be discerned were faint accusations. "Get out already. "Take a good look at your Lance. Does he look like someone who's going to agree with you? "No matter how long you sit here or how many times you beg him, he's not going to let you stay. Just give up already." Unfazed by Virginia's angry retorts, Addison coldly laid out the facts. "You're lying! Lance isn't that heartless ... Right, Lance?" Virginia turned desperately to Lance, seeking any trace of support. Lance, perhaps tired of standing, sank into the black leather sofa. His eyes were dark and unreadable.