Marilyn was arranging the dishes on the table when she looked up and noticed Virginia walking in from the direction of the main living room. She was startled. Wasn't Virginia supposed to have been in the kitchen this whole time? When did she leave? Marilyn stopped what she was doing and turned to look in the direction Virginia had come from. Thatdirection ... oh no. Didshegotosee Lance? Marilyn purposefully kept Virginia in the dark when the Divine Healer arrived, even giving Lana instructions to monitor her and make sure she remained in the kitchen. It was all to prevent Virginia from wandering around in front of the Divine Healer. Unexpectedly ... Marilyn closed her eyes in frustration, feeling a sense of despair. She turned to Lana and asked, "What happened? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on her?" "How did she get out?" Lana, who was in the middle of serving soup, looked up when she heard Marilyn. She spotted Virginia walking in, looking utterly distraught, and slapped her forehead in a panic. "Just now, Ms. Daves burned her lips, and I rushed out to get some burn ointment. I was in such a hurry that I completely forgot about it." "Um ... W-What do we do now?" Marilyn had been fuming, but upon hearing that Lana had left to fetch ointment for Addison's burn, her anger subsided considerably. "What else can we do? She probably already saw the Divine Healer." Marilyn sighed. "Forget it." She waved Virginia over and asked in a nonchalant tone. "Where did you go?" Virginia felt as though her chest was weighed down, her mind foggy. She answered without thinking, "I went to see Lance." "And did you see anyone else?" Marilyn probed cautiously. "Yes, the Divine Healer was there too. "And ... Addison." Her tone was flat, without any noticeable emotion.So, she did run into the Divine Healer. Marilyn's heart sank, and the last bit of hope she had disappeared. A young woman suddenly shows up in the house and even interacts with Lance like that ... Anyone would start to wonder. She could only hope the Divine Healer wouldn't misunderstand. "Where did the Divine Healer go?" Virginia stared blankly at the food on the table, answering absentmindedly, "They went to see Steven." "What?" Marilyn was genuinely startled. "Wait, they left without even eating? Did they go straight to see a patient? "Does that mean they're about to perform surgery now?" Marilyn's tone rose sharply, snapping Virginia out of her daze. "Maybe," she replied, her tone cold. Who knew? When the surgery would happen, it had nothing to do with her. After all, she was just a sister—a sister who wasn't even related by blood. She could be a cousin, a distant relative. The Johnstons were a powerful family, just like the Daves, and who knew how many relatives they had. In any case, this "sister" title felt incredibly distant to her. To put it bluntly, she was just an outsider. At this moment, Virginia's resentment felt heavier than that of a ghost who had been dead for a hundred years, her face clouded with a dark expression. When she heard about the surgery, Marilyn's heart skipped a beat. "What? They're doing the surgery now? I'm not ready for this!" She expected the surgery to happen tomorrow. She hurried into the kitchen, quickly washing her hands as she spoke.