Addison scratched her head. As far as she remembered, he hadn't really said anything significant. He always stopped halfway, leaving things unsaid ... Nothing of substance had actually been shared. Seeing the confusion on her face, Lance took a deep breath, clearly exasperated. "I've never talked to anyone about Harvey. "I've only told you." His gaze locked on her, his expression more serious than ever. Addison was momentarily stunned. Is it really about Harvey? She ... suddenly didn't know how to respond. "I've shared something so personal with you, and you're not even willing to share a bit about yourself?" Lance prompted, trying to draw her out. But Addison wasn't about to take the bait. Instead, she deflected. "Are you sure ... you really only told me?" She couldn't bring herself to believe it. With all the friends Lance had around him, how could he not have told someone else? And even if those friends were excluded, there was still Virginia. Surely, he would've told her. "I'm sure." "I don't believe you." "Why don't you believe me? I really haven't told anyone else," Lance said, starting to feel a little anxious now. The frustration of not being trusted was getting to him, souring his mood. "Don't you believe me?" Addison remained silent. "Even if you really only told me everything you mentioned, Marilyn had already told me beforehand. "So what you said was stuff I already knew. How does that count?" Lance lowered his gaze, momentarily speechless. "You have to tell me something I don't know. Otherwise, this exchange is totally unfair." She admitted to herself that she was trying to get more information about Harvey out of him. She wanted to hear more about what Harvey was like when he was with the Johnstons. Or what exactly happened on the day of Harvey's car accident. How did Marilyn become so convinced that Harvey hadn't died but had gone missing? There must have been some concrete incident or evidence that made her believe so firmly. She wanted to know everything—all of it. Lance appeared to be in thought, speaking slowly, "Something you don't know?" "Yeah." Addison's eyes sparkled with anticipation, clearly eager. But Lance didn't seem to understand what she meant and cautiously asked, "What kind of thing don't you know?" "For example, something about Harvey." "Harvey?" At the mention of the word "Harvey," Lance's lips pressed into a tight line, and even the corners of his mouth drooped.He clearly didn't want to talk about it. In the end, he even gave up on the idea altogether. "Forget it. Just drink your wine." Lance handed her the glass again. Addison stared blankly at him, unwilling to take it. "Are you not going to say anything? "Aren't we supposed to be exchanging? You're giving up so soon?" This time, it was her turn to grow anxious. The less Lance said, the more curious Addison became. And that look in his eyes just now—it was clear there was something he wasn't saying. Could there really be more to Harvey's story? Lance's eyes flickered briefly, but he remained silent, avoiding her gaze. His demeanor suggested avoidance, and there was even a faint trace of irritation. Addison didn't dare press him further. She pursed her lips and quietly took the glass from his hand. She seemed calm, but deep down, she wasn't ready to let it go.