The brooch had caused a great rift between Lance and Harvey before. She didn't want Lance to see it again and be troubled by it once more. Lance noticed Marilyn's movement. A sharp pain pricked at his chest, and he forced himself to look away. His mother had hidden it so well. But in truth, he had already seen the brooch tucked in her sleeve and knew exactly what it represented. It was such an insignificant little thing, but in Lance's eyes, it loomed like a massive, obstructive tree. He'd always forced himself to ignore it, but clearly ... today, he couldn't escape. Lance started to recall his mother's words from earlier. "I-I suddenly feel like you're not good enough for my Addison." Her expression, her movements, her eyes ... everything pointed to the same conclusion. In his mother'smind, shemusthavethoughtthatonly Harvey wasworthyof Addison, right?Lance curled his lips into a bitter smile, a self-deprecating look flashing in his eyes. Wellthen. Harvey, evenifyou'regone, youwon'tleaveyourpoorbrotheralone, willyou? Lance straightened his back, his expression hardening. He silently headed toward the door. "Lance, where are you going?" Virginia was the first to notice something was off with his expression. She immediately stood up. "Are you leaving?" Lance didn't answer, but his steady stride said everything. Marilyn, startled by Virginia's voice, looked up and saw her son heading for the door. "Lance, where are you going? "Aren't Divine Healer and Addison still in surgery? Don't you want to wait for them?" Lance paused for a moment. "There's something urgent at the company." The harsh words and doubt swirled in his mind but never left his lips. "I'll be back soon." He hesitated for a moment, as if unsure whether to say more, then finally relented, as if making a compromise. "Mom, please wait here." With that, he straightened his back, opened the door, and walked out. "Lance, wait for me! I'm coming with you! "Wait for me!" After all, the operation was so boring. She had already secretly checked Steven's condition. There was no chance to do anything more to that old man even if she stayed here. She might as well leave with Lance. Virginia hurriedly lifted the hem of her skirt and rushed to follow him. "Hey—Lance!" Marilyn raised her hand, wanting to say something, but all she got was Lance's retreating back. She lowered her gaze and sighed deeply. Lance walked quickly, as if he were trying to vent some built-up frustration. Virginia had to rush, holding up her skirts and moving at full speed just to keep up. She panted, struggling to match his pace. Despite the exhaustion, she couldn't stop—after all, she had just loudly declared she would follow Lance. They walked for a long time, from the fourth floor to the first, from the lobby to the garden. They didn't stop until they reached a small wooden pavilion in the garden. "Lance?" Virginia looked around, confused. Didn't he say there was something urgent at the company? Why had they stopped here? Hesitantly, she sat next to Lance. But his expression was so grim that she didn't dare get too close, keeping a significant distance between them. She blinked and cautiously asked, "Lance, are you in a bad mood?"