It was clear that she was being deliberately ignored. Virginia only felt her eardrums ringing, followed by complete silence—utter silence. Ridiculous ... It was truly ridiculous. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions. Matthew didn't listen to him and continued up the stairs. Instead, he turned to look at Virginia. The woman's condition visibly worsened, her face pale, and she seemed like a completely different person from just moments ago. "Are you okay? You don't seem to be feeling well." Matthew glanced at Virginia, his tone showing some concern, but not much. Virginia, noticing his attention, lowered her eyelids slightly. Her pupils were dull, almost lifeless, though there was a hint of sorrow in her eyes. "Is something wrong? I can help you check your pulse." Matthew's tone was serious, his demeanor kind and compassionate, with sincerity in his eyes. He genuinely seemed to want to take Virginia's pulse. But standing off to the side, Addison saw things clearly. Although his grandfather's expression appeared warm and gentle, in reality, his heart was indifferent. The slight arch of his eyebrows revealed that his mood was far from good. The question he had just asked likely carried a hidden, mocking tone. Virginia fought hard to control her emotions, forcing a smile that was far from beautiful. She struggled to speak, "It's fine. You go ahead and see the patient. "I won't bother you. "I won't disturb ... my brother ... " She put extra emphasis on "brother," making it sound awkward and somewhat pathetic. Then, she quickly fled the room, almost as if she were running away. Lance waited until she had turned before he allowed himself to look back at Virginia. His dark eyes were filled with a mix of emotions, with regret being the most apparent.Virginia seemed genuinely upset. As she approached the corner, she didn't see the stairs and almost tripped, her foot missing the step and nearly causing her to fall. "Hey!" Lance instinctively reached out to steady her. But as Lance reached out, he realized he was too far from Virginia. He cleared his throat, embarrassed, and pulled his hand back. The old man watched everything without saying anything. Then, he said, "Let's go." He stepped forward, leading the way, with Addison following right behind. Lance snapped back to reality, quickly adjusting himself and rushing to catch up. "I'll show you the way." The route followed the same path as before: the three of them first passed through a long corridor, then took the elevator, and finally arrived at the heavily guarded area. They remained silent the entire way. The awkward quiet continued until they reached the door of the hospital room."Dr. Daves, Grandpa's inside," Lance said, standing outside the room and looking through the window at Steven, who was lying quietly in bed. "Okay." Matthew glanced over briefly. "I'll go in and take a look." "Oh, by the way, I ran some tests on Steven earlier. Here, take a look." Addison stopped him, handing Matthew a report. Matthew glanced down at it, his expression serious. When it came to matters of treatment, the old man seemed to change, becoming entirely professional. Even his gaze sharpened.