Lance's gaze was fixed on Addison. At that moment, it was as if she was the only person in his world. The glance he had given the waiter moments ago seemed no more than a fleeting act of politeness. Additionally, the way he looked at Addison was strikingly tender, even tinged with sorrow—completely unlike the look he had given the waiter. Seeing no explicit refusal, the waiter anxiously picked up the cup. "I'll pour you some tea. Would you like the Dragon Spring, like the lady?" The sound of tea filling the cup reached the man's ears, snapping him out of his stupor. He looked up at the waiter. "Stop, I don't want any ... " The sudden command startled the waiter, causing him to pull back, the teapot quivering in his hands. But he was too late. The tea spilled over the rim, soaking the man's sleeve and spreading across the table. The tea spread, soaking the torn fragments of the divorce agreement that still lay there, rendering them even more unreadable.Already shredded, the divorce agreement was now completely ruined. Lance's immediate reaction was to look at Addison. Although she saw the drenched divorce agreement, Addison's anger had mostly subsided. She gave it a brief glance, uninterested in saying anything further. "I'm sorry, oh, I'm so sorry ... " The waiter was panic-stricken, grabbing a towel to clean up the table. Seeing the soaked document, he froze in shock. Having spent years in the restaurant, he knew the importance of not touching certain guest belongings. And now, this crumpled document ... It was definitely one of those untouchables. He almost dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry. This document ... It's ... " There was no doubt that this document was incredibly important. He was so terrified he could barely speak. If he ruined a crucial deal for them, even killing him wouldn't be enough to make up for it. "Sir ... This document ... "Lance cast a dark, unreadable look at him. Then, he turned to Addison and said, "It's hers. Ask her." Addison's divorce agreement had to be respected, even though he had torn it up earlier. That divorce agreement had no benefit for her; it was hastily put together by Virginia. There was no way he'd let Addison sign it. If she were to sign, it would need to be a fair agreement. Half of the Johnstons' assets rightfully belonged to Addison. "It's fine. Just toss it in the trash. "It's useless now. "You don't need to apologize so much." Addison looked at the soaked divorce agreement, the words already blurred beyond recognition. Even if reassembled, it would be unusable. She couldn't help but wonder, had the agreement not been torn, it might have still ended up ruined. Is this fate? She shook her head with a wry smile."Are you really sure it's okay?" The waiter, still shaken, couldn't shake off his anxiety. Addison hadn't responded when Lance suddenly spoke up. "Did you come in to pour tea?" "What?" The waiter was confused by the question.