"This ... " Marilyn felt a bit helpless. But when she glanced at Lance, his face was utterly indifferent, showing no sign of displeasure. Addison also appeared calm, though her ears were slightly red as if she were shy. In that instant, Marilyn had a moment of realization. Ah, thiswas a playfulinteractionbetweenthecouple! As an outsider, she really shouldn't interfere too much. "Alright! Addison, you can sit there if you'd like. I will make sure to serve you more food." Marilyn's smile widened again. Everything was fine as long as the two of them were willing to get along. As for Virginia, who was sitting nearby. Marilyn pursed her lips. Once Addison and Lance's relationship was more stable, she'd find a way to get rid of Virginia. There was no way the Johnstons would allow someone like her to marry into the household.With that thought, Marilyn quickly set aside her worries. Standing up, she eagerly started piling food onto Addison's plate. She didn't stop until Addison waved her hands repeatedly in protest, and even then, she stopped reluctantly. Virginia, holding a fork in one hand, secretly glared at Addison's plate piled high with food. At the same time, she furiously stabbed and sliced the beef on her own plate as if she were venting her anger. Her movements were so forceful it seemed she was cutting Addison into pieces instead. Thiswretchedoldhag—didshethink I wasinvisible? Addison'splatewasoverflowingwithfood, yetshekeptaddingmore. Fuming with resentment, Virginia's hand sped up its aggressive work. When she returned to her senses, the beef on her plate had already been shredded into an unrecognizable mess. Virginia stared at the mangled pieces of meat, her emotions mirroring her battered sense of self-esteem within the Johnston Residence. She felt utterly miserable.However, she didn't want Marilyn to notice her moment of frustration and use it as further ammunition to reinforce her negative impression. So, while everyone's focus was still on Addison, Virginia discreetly slid her plate of destroyed beef to the side. Sowhatifthatoldhagfavored Addison? In theend, JohnstonResidencewouldstillbelongto Lance. While Addison busied herself trying to win over that wretched older woman, Virginia needed to focus on capturing Lance's heart. After adjusting her emotions, Virginia took a new piece of medium-rare steak, carefully slicing it into bite-sized portions. "Lance, I have cut this steak for you. Please have this piece," she said, her voice soft and coquettish, with a hint of morning laziness. She leaned closer to Lance as she spoke, her movements flirtatious and alluring. Lance lowered his eyes and glanced at the plate of steak she had pushed toward him. "No need. You can eat it yourself," he said indifferently. "But Lance, I already cut it for you." Virginia pouted slightly, looking aggrieved. "You know I can't eat such greasy food in the morning. I prepared it especially for you," she added with a hint of charm. Lance's lips pressed into a thin line, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows under the morning sunlight. He didn't respond, but his silence caught Marilyn's attention. While continuing to serve Addison more food, Marilyn silently rolled her eyes. She hadn't seen such an exaggeratedly sweet and sticky tone in years. Look at that deliberately lazy and coquettish voice, paired with her twisting, serpentine waist—she was practically tying herself into knots. In her younger days, Marilyn had encountered a few women like this. But compared to Virginia's performance, they didn't even come close.