Watching Virginia cling to Lance with such enthusiasm, she couldn't help but let out a sharp, disdainful scoff. Girls like her always rely on these flirtatious tricks. However, when her gaze shifted subtly toward Lance, she noticed something unsettling. He neither said a word nor pushed Virginia away. Instead, he just allowed her to carry on without a care. A wave of irritation bubbled up inside her. Whydoyoungmenwithsomuchpotentialalwaysfallfortheseshallowploys? Addison isstillhere, andtheydon'teventhinkaboutavoidingeachother in herpresence. Whatkindofexampledoesthis set? Absolutely hopeless. Feeling the weight of frustration pressing on her, Marilyn felt a sharp throb in her head. With a huff, she turned away, deciding it was better not to look at them anymore. She decided to keep them out of her sight and out of her mind.But then her attention shifted to Addison, who stood perfectly still, staring intently out of the window. His gaze was focused, almost piercing, as if nothing else in the world mattered. It was clear that Lance no longer occupied even a corner of her thoughts. There was an invisible wall around Addison, shielding her from all earthly distractions. She seemed utterly detached, consumed by something beyond the moment. Marilyn couldn't help but think that if not for the glass separating her from the scene outside, Addison might have already stepped in to assist Divine Healer in performing surgery. The words she'd planned to say suddenly caught in her throat. For a moment, she nearly forgot that Addison was, in fact, the renowned Dr. Nancy's assistant—a woman with vast medical knowledge. It dawned on her once again that her son's wife was an extraordinary individual, talented beyond measure. ... Meanwhile, Virginia was focused on her task, pressing her fingers into Lance's shoulders with determination. She assumed he'd remain still and let her continue, but his voice suddenly broke the silence. "That's enough. Stop." "Lance ... aren't we going to keep going?" She asked, reluctant to let him slip away from her grasp. But as her eyes followed him, she froze. Lance's gaze wasn't on her at all. It was locked on Addison, who stood a short distance away. His eyes didn't waver, unblinking as if utterly mesmerized by Addison's profile. Whatwas he thinking as he staredather? Virginia had no idea. But one thing she did know: the bitterness within her was spreading fast, like weeds growing after a spring rain, unstoppable and consuming. Lowering her head, Virginia clenched her jaw. Here she was, putting all her effort into massaging his shoulders. Yet his thoughts, his attention, his everything were all on Addison. Was she nothing more than a pawn in their game? She was no mere servant of the Johnstons!In an instant, Virginia pulled her hands back as if reacting instinctively. Lance seemed to sense the shift in her mood, clearing his throat as if to mask the moment and then turning his attention elsewhere. His gaze shifted toward Virginia. She caught sight of his look, and in that brief moment, her expression softened. A subtle smile appeared as she held his gaze. Lance barely spared a second before looking away. His eyes wandered to the horizon, where Addison and Marilyn sat while Virginia stood nearby. He appeared deep in thought. After a brief pause, he spoke, motioning for Virginia to come closer. "You sit here." The chair was a one-person seat, clearly too small for anyone else once Lance settled into it. Although Virginia was thin, there was no way she could fit in beside him. Was Lance suggesting I sit on his lap? A sense of discomfort washed over Virginia."What's the matter?" Lance raised an eyebrow, confused by the sudden redness in her cheeks.