Laughter erupted among the group. Isaac, visibly annoyed, stood up and slapped the table. "Afraid? Me? Even if Mr. Johnston himself were here, I'd dare to say everything!" But just as the words left his mouth, a sharp ringtone echoed through the office. The moment the familiar melody played, the room fell silent. Everyone froze. That ringtone wasn't just any ringtone—it was Lance's. Isaac's confidence deflated instantly, his bravado evaporating like steam from a boiling kettle. "Uh ... Isaac, maybe you should answer that," someone beside him whispered, their voice trembling slightly. "Y-yes, I'll get it," Isaac stammered, picking up the phone. It felt like being caught mid-act—gossiping about the boss, only for the boss to show up. The rest of the group scattered like startled birds, leaving Isaac alone."H-Hello? Mr. Johnston?" Isaac stuttered, his voice barely steady. "Why did it take so long for you to answer?" Lance's stern voice demanded, making the reprimand clear. "I ... I was just ... " "Enough. Listen carefully," Lance interrupted, his tone sharp and commanding. "Call Mike right now. He's well-connected. Have him arrange a car to pick someone up near the airport immediately. "Also, send a car to pick me up right away. I've sent the location to your phone." There was no room for delay in Lance's instructions. His words were clipped, urgent yet composed, carrying the authority Isaac had come to expect. "Yes, Sir! I'll handle it right away. Who's the car at the airport for?" Isaac asked, trying to keep up. "Divine Healer," Lance replied. Isaac froze, stunned. "You actually managed to invite Divine Healer? That's incredible, Mr. Johnston! So many people try to get him, but they—" "Ten minutes," Lance cut him off, his voice leaving no room for further chatter. "The car must be at the airport entrance in ten minutes." Isaac was about to speak but quickly realized Lance was about to hang up. "Wait, Mr. Johnston! I've never met Divine Healer. How will I recognize him?" "Mike has met Divine Healer. Send him," Lance replied curtly before ending the call. Isaac stared at his phone, scratching his head. He thought he'd heard a faint woman's crying in the background. Did he imagine it? ... Lance ended the call and turned to Addison, her tear-streaked face tugging at his heart. His first thought was to get her a glass of water, but then he remembered—the tea Virginia had brought was already spilled. "Don't cry," he said softly. "It's all over now. We're safe. There's nothing to fear anymore." His voice was unusually tender, as though raising it even slightly might shatter her fragile state. She had never shed tears like that in front of him before.More accurately, she had never cried in his presence at all. It was the first time he had ever seen her in tears. Never before had he witnessed her weep with such intensity, as though she had just suffered the loss of someone deeply precious to her.