Addison was perplexed about how she had wasted the time. She was equally baffled by how quickly Lance's mood changed. ... The driver brought the car to a stop in front of the Johnston Residence. To honor the arrival of the Divine Healer, Lance had intentionally selected a luxurious stretched vehicle. They entered the car in silence. The Johnston Residence was situated on the mountainside, which reflected Steven's laid-back and indifferent demeanor. It was located on the outskirts, not far from the airport. Despite Addison and Lance sitting next to each other, an emotional chasm separated them. Once inside the car, Addison fixated on the view outside, avoiding any chance of making eye contact with Lance. After setting a thermos cup beside him, Lance closed his eyes to rest, though the tension in his stiff mouth revealed his suppressed irritation.Addison felt a wave of tension wash over her when her phone chimed with a message notification. She picked it up with a sense of relief. The message was from Leon. "Angel, has your grandpa arrived in Halton? I suggested he take a private plane for peace of mind, but he stubbornly opted for a commercial flight with many others." Addison chuckled, realizing that Leon's words masked a deeper concern for Matthew. "Not yet. I'm on my way to the airport to pick him up." "Please let me know when you do, so I can feel at ease," Leon replied promptly. "Of course." Just as Addison was about to set her phone down, it beeped again. "By the way, when you're at Johnston Residence, make sure to keep an eye on your grandpa. Don't let him start any trouble." Startled, she quickly typed back. "What's happening? Who does Grandpa want to confront?""Don't be naive. You should know who your grandpa has a bone to pick with. Besides Lance, who else could it be? "He has held a grudge against Lance for quite some time. If Lance were in Kreshill instead of Halton, he would have gone there to settle the score." Addison could almost perceive Leon's disdain as she glanced at the screen. She pursed her lips and discreetly observed the man seated beside her. The landscape outside the window became a blur, racing by with the speed of the vehicle. Lance had his eyes closed, his demeanor serene, with his long fingers gently resting on the edge of the car window. Despite appearing to be in a state of rest, he was acutely attuned to the driver's actions, the sounds of passing cars, the chirping of birds, and any movements in his vicinity. He was also aware of Addison's fingers tapping on her phone beside him. "Don't worry. I'll stop Grandpa. "At the very least, Grandpa must attend to Mr. Steven before taking on Lance," Addison quipped.Since her arrival at Johnston Residence, she had found it increasingly difficult to tolerate Lance. Not only had he become overly intimate with her, but he also exuded an air of arrogance. If Matthew were to confront Lance, she might even consider joining in with a few strikes. "Why do you appear so pleased?" Addison was engrossed in her typing when she heard Lance's voice. Looking up, she noticed him with his arms crossed, his narrowed eyes fixed intently on her face. His squint gave him a somewhat menacing and sharp appearance. She hesitated, her fingers pausing above the phone's screen. "You ... "