Lance's current physical condition had improved significantly compared to before.
Deanna spoke up, "Mr. Mercer, you can actually eat some meat appropriately now, no need to keep your taste so bland all the time."
She couldn't imagine what it would be like for someone to only eat those bitter foods.
Lance chuckled lightly, "Okay, Dr. Deanna, duly noted."
...
After lunch, Deanna was preparing to go home.
Originally, Old Hughes intended to escort Deanna, but unexpectedly, as they reached the entrance of the restaurant, an old friend came over.
He glanced at Deanna, then at his old friend, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Deanna spoke, "Old Hughes, if you have something to attend to, you can go ahead, I can manage to go home by myself."
Old Hughes disagreed, "No, we agreed that I would take you home. How can I let you go alone?"
Then, he looked at Lance and directly said, "Let this lad take you home, it's on the way anyway."
Before Deanna could say anything, Old Hughes had already decided on it.
Helpless, Deanna could only nod.
Lance didn't mind either, and the two got into the car directly.
Inside the car, they sat in the back seat.
Deanna looked at Lance beside her and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Mercer, by the way, how is the procedure going with the lawyer?"
This question was like a heavy stone pressing on her heart if left unresolved for a day.
Lance replied, "It should be done in another week."
Deanna breathed a sigh of relief, thanking him again, "Thank you, Mr. Mercer."
She knew that without Lance, she wouldn't know how long she would have to strive to get back what belonged to her.
So naturally, she felt grateful to Lance.
Lance smiled lightly, teasing, "Dr. Deanna, you've already thanked me before."
Deanna also smiled and said, "Gratitude should be expressed when necessary."
As she said this, she seemed to suddenly remember something.
She reached into her bag and took out a packet of herbs, handing it to Lance.
"I got this from Old Hughes today. Take it back with you and add it to the herbs you usually drink, then boil and take it together."
Lance nodded, accepting it graciously. "Okay, thank you, Dr. Deanna, for your trouble."
Deanna waved it off, "Between us, there's no need for such formalities. I've promised to cure you, so I'll do my best."
The two chatted casually, completely unaware of Xavier's actions in front.
Xavier's expression turned serious, furrowing his brows.
He stared at the rearview mirror, years of experience telling him that there was a car trailing them from behind!
Realizing this, he instinctively stepped on the gas pedal, and the car began to accelerate.
At this moment, Lance also noticed something was amiss.
He looked up and asked, "What's happening?"
Xavier's voice was solemn as he replied, "Mr. Mercer, there's a car trailing us from behind."
At these words, Lance's eyes narrowed, and he coldly ordered, "Dr. Deanna, hold on tight."
He looked at Xavier directly. "Lose these people quickly."
Receiving the command, Xavier nodded hurriedly, "Yes, Mr. Mercer."
The next moment, Xavier pressed harder on the accelerator, abruptly increasing the speed.
Even when turning corners, there was no intention to slow down.
During a sudden turn, Deanna evidently couldn't hold on, and she was thrown out heavily.
"Ah!"
Deanna's eyes widened, her face pale. Just as she thought she was about to have an intimate encounter with the front seats, she felt a sudden warmth on her wrist, pulling her back with great force.
Due to the inertia of her body, she didn't react in time and fell onto Lance's legs.
She ended up lying on Lance's legs in a rather strange posture.
Deanna wanted to get up, but the constant acceleration of the car made her dare not move.
Just as she was about to fall again, Lance held her firmly once more.
He tightly gripped Deanna's arm and softly asked, "Are you alright?"
Deanna was about to reply, "I'm f-" but before she could finish her sentence, Xavier accelerated again.
"Ah!"
Deanna reached out, grabbing Lance tightly, too scared to move.
Such a sudden movement really startled her.