"Okay, okay, okay ... " Marilyn did not even touch her food. She tossed the fork onto the table and stood up straight. "Addison, you go ahead and check. "I-I need to ... What do I need to do?" Marilyn touched her head, looking dizzy and disoriented. Her nerves had her so frazzled that she could not even string a sentence together. She stood there, swaying slightly, picking up a napkin and putting it back down, looking completely lost. It was obvious she was both nervous and a little afraid of the arrival of the Divine Healer. "Addison, you're heading to the airport now, right? Oh no, wait, hang on." Marilyn gave her head a light smack. "You go check first. I need to hurry and tidy up the house—I don't even know if I'll have time." In her rush, Marilyn nearly tripped over a nearby chair, but Lance quickly caught her before she fell. "Marilyn, don't worry," Addison chimed in, noticing Marilyn's over-the-top reaction. "The Divine Healer is very kind. There's no need to be nervous. "You don't need to prepare anything special. He lives simply, and if you make a big deal out of it, he might not like it." Addison knew her grandpa's personality well—he was not one for extravagance or waste. With Lance's support, Marilyn reluctantly steadied herself. "Really ... ?" "Really," Addison said firmly, her tone calm and reassuring, making it hard not to trust her. "That's good, that's good ... "I'm afraid we won't be hospitable enough, and it wouldn't do to offend the Divine Healer again." Marilyn let out a sigh of relief. Lance stood to the side, silently observing Addison's expression as she spoke earlier, his brows knitting together. HowdoessheknowtheDivineHealer'stemperament? Addison had always insisted she did not know the Divine Healer personally, claiming she was only responsible for delivering messages.However, if that were true, how could she be so familiar with the Divine Healer? It clearly was not as simple as Addison made it seem. Lance was deep in thought when a skeptical voice broke his focus. Virginia tilted her head, her tone laced with mockery. "How do you know the Divine Healer leads a simple life? Are you that familiar with them? If you're making things up and end up harming the Johnstons ... " Before she could finish, Lance frowned and cut her off. "Lance?" Virginia froze, her words stuck in her throat, and stared at Lance in disbelief. Whatwasthissupposedtomean? Whywas he defending Addison? The Divine Healer and Addison were worlds apart in status—how could she not question it? How could Addison possibly know what the Divine Healer liked? "Lance, if Addison is lying and it harms the Johnstons, it'll be a disaster. Why can't I question her?" Virginia looked at him, visibly aggrieved and unconvinced, but Lance did not respond to her protests. His expression remained cold, and he simply said, "Virginia, be quiet." She huffed, shaking her arm angrily, but fell silent. "Addison, I still feel uneasy. How about we prepare something, at least a banquet to welcome the Divine Healer?"