It wasn't that the medicine was bitter or unpalatable. It was just that she felt hopeless—life never seemed to go the way she wanted. Nothing ever went smoothly, and she felt exhausted from it all. Taking medicine? What was the point? But today, in an unprecedented turn, she actually smiled at Lana, who was holding the tray. "Give it to me." Lana was surprised. As she handed over the medicine, she couldn't help but ask, "Mrs. Marilyn, what's got you in such a good mood today?" "Nothing much." Marilyn took the medicine with a smile, then picked up a handkerchief to elegantly dab her lips. "How is Lance? Has he gone to bed?" "Yes, Mrs. Marilyn. He has already retired for the night." Marilyn nodded. "And the broth—did he take it?" "Rest assured, Mrs. Marilyn, he already drank it.""Good. Then you may go rest. I still have some things to ask this one." She glanced at Clayton and gestured for Lana to leave. Lana nodded. "Understood." She bent down to retrieve the tray before leaving. However, before stepping out, she couldn't help but glance at Clayton a few more times. Though he kept his head lowered, making his expression unreadable, the pure white sapphire clenched tightly in his hands was impossible to ignore. Under the light, the sapphire reflected a soft glow, drawing attention despite itself. Lana raised an eyebrow slightly. A thought crossed her mind, but she said nothing. Pressing her lips together, she quietly left. "Mrs. Marilyn, if there's anything else you'd like to ask, please feel free. I'll tell you everything I know." Maybe the sapphire in his hands gave him an unexpected sense of security and confidence. Clayton seemed like a completely different person from before at this moment—more assured, his voice even a notch louder. "Hmm ... just tell me," Marilyn mused. Now that she had received the crucial information, she felt satisfied. Her mood was much calmer now. "Just tell me anything else you overheard." Clayton scratched his head. "Mrs. Marilyn, besides what I already mentioned, I really didn't hear much else." After all, Lance had been terrifyingly intimidating at the time. And after his own blunder with the spilled drink, he hadn't dared linger too long. Marilyn glanced at him but said nothing. A moment later, she waved a hand and offered a warm smile. "No matter. What you told me is enough." Clayton, however, felt a pang of guilt. After receiving such a valuable gift, he felt like he hadn't provided enough useful information to match the worth of the sapphire. He racked his brain, desperate to recall anything that might be of further use. And then, like a flash of lightning, something resurfaced in his memory. Wait ... when I wasdriving Mr. Johnstonback, wasn't he callingout a woman'sname in thecar? "Mrs. Marilyn! Mrs. Marilyn! I just remembered something else!" His voice suddenly pitched higher in excitement. This would definitely be useful to Mrs. Marilyn. "What is it?" "Well, on the way back, since Mr. Johnston was drunk, I heard him mumbling someone's name." Marilyn listened quietly, not appearing particularly interested. "What name?" "It sounded like ... Add ... ?" Clayton slapped his forehead, frustrated. What's wrong with me? It hadn't even been that long, yet he struggled to recall the name properly. "Add ... something ... " "Add?" Marilyn, who had been listening absentmindedly, suddenly straightened. Her casual expression vanished in an instant.