After hearing Xavier's words, Lance felt they made sense.
He nodded and stood up, instructing, "Go find Dr. Deanna."
Xavier obeyed and left the room with him.
Soon, they arrived at Deanna's neighborhood again.
Seeing the two men at her door, Deanna was a bit puzzled and couldn't understand what was going on.
"Mr. Mercer, Mr. Nelson, why are you here again?"
Xavier looked at Deanna with a complicated expression, touched his nose, and didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked at Mr. Mercer.
Noticing his gaze, Deanna also turned to look at Lance.
Lance lied without batting an eye, "I'm feeling a bit unwell and came to see you. May I come in?"
"Sure."
As soon as Deanna finished speaking, Lance walked in unceremoniously.
She watched his back, full of confusion.
It was strange. When she checked his pulse earlier, she didn't find anything wrong.
Although it felt odd, Deanna still checked Lance's pulse again and asked, "Mr. Mercer, where do you feel unwell?"
Seeing the serious look on her face, Lance felt a bit guilty inside.
Despite this, he made up an excuse for the truth.
"My head feels a bit heavy, and I feel a general sense of fatigue."
"Heavy head, fatigue?"
Deanna muttered as she combined his pulse with her analysis, "This should be a sign of exhaustion. Didn't I tell you to work moderately? Have you been working overtime recently?"
Lance nodded, "I've had a lot of work lately."
Hearing this, Deanna withdrew her hand from checking his pulse and said helplessly, "Mr. Mercer, you should follow the doctor's advice and reduce your working hours. Your body is already under a lot of stress!"
She couldn't help but nag.
After all, as a doctor, the most unacceptable thing was patients not taking care of their own bodies.
During this time, Lance obediently let Deanna nag.
Xavier, watching their interaction, felt the atmosphere becoming increasingly strange.
Then Lance suggested, "Can I rest here for a while? Gregory's bed will do."
"Sure, you can rest."
Deanna didn't think much of it, assuming Lance was really uncomfortable. She led him to her son's room.
Seeing this, Xavier tactfully offered to leave.
On the other side, Lance entered the room and looked around.
The bedroom wasn't very large but was decorated with a warm and childlike charm.
The sky-blue walls made one feel comfortable.
Around the room were a desk, wardrobe, decorative cabinet, and bed arranged neatly.
After a quick look around, Lance went to the bed, lifted the blanket, and began searching the bed intently.
Indeed, he specifically asked to come to Gregory's room to find a strand of Gregory's hair for DNA testing.
Fortunately, he found a few strands of hair.
He took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, carefully placed the hair in the middle, wrapped it up, and put it back in his pocket.
After doing this, he lay down on the bed.
He originally thought he wouldn't feel sleepy but unexpectedly fell asleep smelling the faint medicinal scent in the air.
When Lance woke up again, it was already getting dark outside.
Through the door crack, he vaguely heard the cheerful voices of two children.
It seemed they were back from school.
Just as Lance was about to get up, there was a knock on the door, followed by two little heads peeking in through the crack.
"Uncle, you're awake. Mommy asked us to call you for dinner."
Seeing Lance sitting on the bed, their eyes lit up immediately as they spoke cheerfully.
Lance's voice was a bit hoarse as he said, "Got it. I'll get up now."
As he spoke, he got out of bed and noticed that the two children hadn't left but were standing at the door as if waiting for him.
Instantly, his chest felt warm and fuzzy with an indescribable feeling.
Especially when he thought that these two might be his children, his gaze became even more gentle.
In the dining room, Deanna saw the man being led out by the two children and asked with a smile, "Mr. Mercer, how did you rest? Is your head still heavy?"
"Much better."
Lance nodded with a smile.
At this moment, Old Ashley saw them still standing and quickly called out, "Come sit down and eat before the food gets cold."
During the meal, the atmosphere was lively because of the two children.
Their innocent laughter constantly echoed through the windows.
After dinner, Lance didn't leave immediately but stayed to help the children with their homework for a while.
The children were extremely happy.
It wasn't until it was completely dark that Lance suggested leaving.
"It's getting late. I'll head back now."
"I'll walk you downstairs."
Deanna offered proactively.
Lance looked at her and didn't refuse.
Downstairs, Deanna remembered what they talked about during the day and couldn't help but ask, "I'm not trying to rush you; I just want to know if there's any progress on that matter?"
"Not yet. It's been too long and will take some time."
Lance's eyes flickered as he continued, "But I'll notify you as soon as there's news."