"Are we heading back to Pendomium Heights?" "Hold on a second." Addison turned to Matthew. "Where are we going? Are you heading back to Kreshill now?" Matthew had been quiet throughout dinner. It was clear that Marilyn had been trying hard to keep the conversation lively, but Matthew wasn't playing along. The whole time, Addison had been worried—afraid that, in a moment of impulse, Matthew might take a swing at Lance. "I'm not going back." Matthew idly turned the ring on his finger and glanced out the window. "Addy, let's go to your place." "I'd like to see what kind of miserable life you're living in Halton." Addison was momentarily speechless. "Grandpa, don't say that," she protested. "It's not as bad as you think ... " Before she could finish, Matthew suddenly grabbed her hand, signaling her to stop talking. Then, with a subtle glance in Gordon's direction, he made his point clear. Addison caught on immediately. Before coming here, she had reminded Matthew multiple times not to reveal her identity as the Daves family's heiress while they were in Halton. Now, he was stopping her because she had almost let "Grandpa" slip in front of Gordon. She pressed her lips together and chuckled lightly. "Relax." "Didn't expect you to be so good at keeping a promise. I thought you would've forgotten by now." Matthew let out a cold huff. "Do you think I'd dare forget something Addy specifically warned me about?" "I have to keep it in mind at all times." "Enough with the teasing!" Addison shot a glance at Gordon. His posture was straight, eyes fixed on the road, fully focused on driving. But she knew better.With his background as a former special forces soldier, Gordon had honed the ability to read people and situations with precision. In such a confined space, no movement or sound could escape his notice. Trying to cover things up would be pointless. Still, she had chosen Gordon to pick her up from the Johnston Residence today, which meant she wasn't planning to be overly cautious around him. She understood him well enough—Gordon was trustworthy. "Grandpa," Addison gestured for Matthew to lean in. Matthew frowned in confusion, but he still moved closer. Addison unlocked her phone, typed out a few words, and showed the screen to him. "Don't worry. He doesn't know your identity, and he doesn't know mine." "Right now, you're just a regular grandpa in Halton!" ... The car sped through the night, and before long, they arrived at Pendomium Heights."Ms. Daves, we've arrived," Gordon announced. Addison opened her sleepy eyes. She had dozed off in the car, but the sight of her familiar home quickly shook off her drowsiness. "Grandpa, we're here! This is where I live—let's get out." She smiled and pointed toward the house. Matthew looked up at the residence as he stepped out, supported by Addison. Once he was fully outside, he remained standing there, silently taking in the sight. "Grandpa? What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Matthew stroked his beard and spoke slowly. "This is where you live in Halton? This tiny place? So plain and simple?" Before Addison could respond, there was a sharp clatter—Gordon had fumbled the keys in his hand, dropping them with an audible clang.