Lance appeared captivated by Addison, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that left the driver bewildered. The driver, now thoroughly puzzled, couldn't figure out how they had ended up in such an intimate embrace after the crash. The unexpected romantic tension in the car felt out of place. As a single man, it was too much for him to watch. Quietly shutting the door, he retreated to a corner, squatting there awkwardly. Meanwhile, Addison seemed lost in her world, her unfocused eyes locked onto Lance as though she were seeing Harvey lying in a pool of blood. The haunting images from the past replayed in her mind—the crash, the pavement smeared with blood, the lifeless white cloth ... No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the memories. It was as if Addison had been a sturdy wall, standing strong for years, until a sudden flood swept through, reducing it to rubble in moments. Overwhelmed, she broke into tears, burying her face in Lance's chest as sobs wracked her body. She paid no attention to the tea stains soaking her clothes, her fractured emotions spilling out in waves of despair and sorrow. Lance froze, utterly unprepared for her outburst. He didn't understand why she was crying, but the anguish in her expression was unlike anything he had ever seen. As he stared at her tear-streaked face, her quiet sobs echoing in the tense air, he felt his body stiffen. "Addison?" he called her name softly, his voice uncertain. But Addison seemed trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, unable to respond. Seeing her like that, Lance felt something unfamiliar stir deep inside him. He quickly helped Addison sit up, noticing as he did that her clothes were already soaked with tea. His gaze shifted to the thermos cup lying aside, and understanding dawned. Moving swiftly, Lance grabbed a handful of tissues and crouched to clean the mess. He dabbed at the stains on her clothes, but it was clear the tea had already seeped in, making it impossible to dry them right away. Frustrated, he frowned and reached for more tissues. This time, he gently wiped the tears streaming down her face, his touch careful and unexpectedly tender. Though he didn't fully understand why she was crying, a few moments of reflection gave him an answer. The recent car accident had been terrifying, a near brush with death. Addison, delicate yet courageous, had instinctively shielded him, risking her safety. Now that the danger had passed, the emotional weight of the incident seemed to have overwhelmed her. "Don't cry ... " Lance murmured, his voice low and filled with an unfamiliar ache as he looked into her tear-streaked eyes. A hesitant knock on the car door interrupted the moment. "Mr. Johnston?" the driver called tentatively, his tone cautious. He didn't want to disturb them, but time was pressing. If they delayed too long, the Divine Healer might grow impatient, and the consequences wouldn't be pleasant. Worse, Lucas would undoubtedly reprimand him for the delay when he returned to Johnston Residence.While he couldn't avoid Lance's anger, he hoped making up for lost time might save him from Lucas' wrath. The knock broke Lance's train of thought. Realizing who was responsible for the crash, he turned gloomy. He opened the car door, his face cold and unyielding. The driver, rehearsing his excuses, froze as soon as he saw Lance's stern gaze. His prepared speech vanished, and his knees felt weak. Unable to muster a single word, he stood there trembling.