"Mm," Lance gave a slight nod. But deep down, that wasn't what he wanted to say. Every time he shut his eyes, Addison's eyes and those delicate hands would appear in his thoughts. They reminded him too much of someone else. He couldn't tell them apart. His heart raced just as it had in the past, resembling a mirrored image. Lance couldn't help but feel that the sunlight shining on him today was the same as the day he had collapsed on the wet grass, his body drenched and his eyes too heavy to open. Even the sunlight felt identical—dreamlike. At this moment, Addison stood before him, calm and composed. Her bright eyes sparkled like a clear spring, and her smile revealed perfectly white teeth. He wanted to ask her so badly. Years ago, had she saved two boys from drowning? The boys resembled each other, but their personalities couldn't have been more different. One was cheerful and outgoing, while the other was quiet and withdrawn. That little girl probably didn't realize how much her small act of kindness meant to the quiet boy. It was like a parched land finally receiving a refreshing rain, or a shadowed corner unexpectedly being bathed in bright light. From that day onward, Lance never forgot the girl he called Angel. Now, he desperately wanted to ask Addison. Was it you? Didyousavemethatday? But when he looked at her face, his words caught in his throat, as if stuffed with cotton. All he could manage to say was, "I was just wondering when the surgery will be done." Afraid she wouldn't believe him, he quickly added, "I don't have any other questions." Addison looked at him, sensing that he wasn't being honest. Yet, seeing his unwavering expression, she chose to trust him, at least for now. She paused, contemplating the situation. "This operation is quite complex," she remarked. "It might take just two to three hours, but it could stretch to five or six." Once she was finished, Virginia reacted in disbelief, raising her voice to ask, "That long?" Everyone turned their attention to her. Realizing her error, Virginia quickly corrected herself, her tone apologetic, "I only meant ... by the time the procedure ends, the food will be cold. "I didn't mean anything else." Marilyn sneered, thinking to herself that Virginia was clearly a naive woman who couldn't grasp the gravity of the moment. She asked sharply, "What's more important? A family member's life or eating? "If you're not prepared to wait for the surgery, you're welcome to leave." She cast a cold glance at Virginia. Virginia lowered her gaze, silence falling over her. Trying to ease the tension, Addison suggested, "If the wait feels too long, Marilyn and the others could go downstairs and rest. "Feel free to eat first. I'll remain here with the doctor." The success of Steven's surgery was critical. If it didn't go perfectly, he might not survive the procedure. She couldn't predict how long it would take, but she knew it had to be done right. "It's alright. Divine Healer is the savior of our family. How could we not stay with him?" Marilyn said, casting a pointed glance at Virginia. "I won't starve. Missing a meal won't hurt me."