Lance kept his gaze narrowed at her but remained silent. He hovered between tipsiness and sobriety. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary with Lance, Addison finally spoke. "I wanted to ask about ... Harvey." As soon as she said it, Lance's eyebrows twitched slightly—something Addison failed to notice. "What exactly happened to Harvey?" "A car crash," Lance mumbled hazily. "And ... do you remember what took place that day?" Addison asked. He spoke in fragments, "He and Dad went out to negotiate a business deal, and on the way ... they had the accident." She had missed so much because she hadn't arrived in time when Harvey's accident occurred. By the time she got there, all that remained were two white sheets, blood smeared on the pavement, and shattered remains of the car scattered everywhere.She had wanted to confirm whether Harvey was really under one of those sheets, but the police had stopped her. In the end, she never got to see him one last time. Because of that, she had no idea what had actually happened, where Harvey had been taken for medical care, or even how his funeral had been arranged. And since she never saw his face again, she couldn't help but believe Marilyn's words. Could he still be alive somewhere? Perhaps the body beneath the sheet wasn't her beloved Harvey? "After the crash, someone immediately dialed for an ambulance, and soon paramedics arrived, but in the end, they couldn't save him ... " Lance continued. "And then?" Addison leaned in, waiting for him to continue, but he suddenly fell silent. Shaking his head, he slumped back down. "That's it?" Addison couldn't accept it. She already knew all of this. She needed details, not just common knowledge.If she didn't know Lance was drunk, she might have thought he was deliberately avoiding the topic. After all, his words were frustratingly dismissive. "Seriously? That's it?" she asked again. Lance sighed and nodded. "Yeah ... That's it." Addison watched as he struggled to form a sentence. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her irritation in check. Stay calm. Don't let a drunk person get on your nerves. "Then why does Marilyn believe Harvey simply disappeared? "She must have a clue, right?" Addison pressed on. But Lance stayed slumped over the table, lost in thought. His long eyelashes trembled under the light, resembling tiny butterflies. "Lance, wake up." She gave him a firm shake. "Lance, answer me. I need to know." "Huh?" The man sluggishly turned his head, his foggy mind struggling to process her words."What ... did you just ask?" Addison inhaled deeply. She kept repeating to herself. Stay patient, don't lose your temper with someone who's drunk. "I asked why Marilyn believes Harvey just disappeared. She must know something, doesn't she?" she calmly repeated. Lance straightened up, seeming to mull over the question for a long time before finally giving a slow response. "Yeah."