Before he finished speaking, Matthew suddenly put the cup in his hand heavily on the table. The old man shook his sleeves, brushed past Lance, and strode down the stairs. "Divine Healer ... You ... " Everythingwasfinejust a momentago. Whathappened? Whydoesthedoctorsuddenlylooksoupset? The smile on Lance's face faltered as he held the gift box. Matthew flicked his sleeves and strode down, not caring about Lance, who was walking behind him. He didn't even look at the things in the gift box. Lance had never been ignored like this. His expression changed for a moment, but when he thought that he was a Divine Healer, he endured it. "Where are you going?" He followed Matthew closely with a box in his hand. He followed him all the way to the side living room door. The old man didn't show any intention of stopping but kept walking forward, giving people the impression that he was going to walk out of the Johnston Residence door. Lance felt something was wrong the more he followed and became panicked. Is he ... leaving? "Dr. Daves, please wait," he couldn't help but speak up. "Where do you want to go? I can take you there." When he arrived at the living room, Matthew finally stopped. Lance quickly handed the two gift boxes in his hand to the servant next to him and then strode to Matthew. "Dr. Daves, I've prepared dinner. Would you like to dine now?" Unaware of Matthew's disposition, he could only pose this question. Matthew snorted coldly, "No need. "I can't afford the Johnstons' food." As soon as these words came out, Lance felt a chill run down his spine.He wasn't sure what he'd done to upset the doctor, but the meaning was clear. "Dr. Daves, I'm not sure what you mean. Please tell me if what I've done is not good enough." His posture was polite, even humble. Not goodenough? I'm not evensatisfiedwith his appearance. Justseeing his facemakesmeangry. Matthew didn't want to say much to him. He just glanced at Lance's face and perfunctorily said, "You did fine. "Where is the patient? Take me to see the patient." "Aren't you going to have dinner ... We ... " Lance wanted to persuade him. After all, his mother had been busy preparing for this whole afternoon. But after looking at Matthew's face, he stopped talking. The reason was simple, because his eyes were really unfriendly. "Okay, I'll take you to see the patient." Lance compromised and took a few quick steps forward, walking in front of Matthew to show the way.But before he could get very far, he heard a cheerful female voice calling him, "Lance, why did you take so long?" Virginia, in a long white dress, ran towards Lance excitedly, and before he could react, she threw herself into his arms. Everyone was shocked. Matthew's eyes were dark and stormy. His expression was unreadable. "Lance, have you finished the tea I made for you?"