As they were chatting, the butler suddenly appeared at the door and respectfully said, "Dr. Deanna, there is a Mr. Mercer at the door claiming to be your friend. Should I let him in?"
"Could it be that rascal Lance?" Old Hughes exclaimed in surprise.
Deanna was also taken aback. Among the people she knew, the only one with the surname Mercer was Lance.
The butler, hearing Old Hughes' words, smiled and said, "Seeing that gentleman, I believe he is indeed Dr. Deanna's friend. I will go and invite him in." With that, he turned and left.
Old Hughes looked at Deanna and said, "Let's go downstairs and take a look."
Deanna nodded and followed him downstairs.
Hassan watched her back, frowning slightly. He wondered what relationship this Mr. Mercer had with Miss Jones.
Just then, his grandfather's voice came from behind. "Let's go down and see as well," Old Walsh said as he got out of bed. He was curious because the surname Mercer made him think of the Mercer family from Cloudmere.
Downstairs, Leticia, who had been talking to her mother, stopped when she saw Deanna and the others coming down.
Out of politeness, Mrs. Walsh greeted Deanna despite her dissatisfaction with her. "Dr. Deanna, have you finished the check-up?"
"Yes," Deanna nodded lightly, her eyes involuntarily glancing towards the foyer.
Mrs. Walsh noticed but didn't say anything further. She felt that although many things were her daughter's fault, Deanna was too cold and unfeeling for not speaking up when her daughter was pressured.
Leticia noticed Deanna's actions and instinctively looked towards the foyer, only to be stunned.
In the sunset light, Lance stood at the foyer, backlit, wearing a black trench coat that accentuated his tall and perfect figure. His flawless features and noble demeanor made him look like a prince from a painting, captivating everyone.
The moment Deanna saw Lance, a wave of joy spread through her heart, and she couldn't help but smile.
Lance also saw Deanna standing in the living room and walked over to her with deep affection in his eyes. "I'm here," he said softly as he stood before her.
Deanna looked up at him, her smile growing brighter with surprise. "Why are you here?"
"I came to see you." And to support you. He didn't say the last part out loud.
Even so, Deanna could guess some of his intentions from his expression, feeling deeply moved and happy.
At this moment, Old Hughes' teasing voice rang in their ears. "You came to see Deanna, didn't you?"
"Old Hughes!" Deanna stomped her foot in embarrassment, showing a shy side like a little girl.
Hassan's face darkened as he watched their interaction. He looked at Lance with hostility and asked Deanna, "Who is this?"
"This is my..." Deanna started to say 'friend,' but Lance interrupted her. "I'm Lance. Thank you for taking care of Deanna these past few days," he said calmly to Hassan.
Hassan froze upon hearing this, feeling an overwhelming pressure from Lance.
Leticia's emotions were complicated upon hearing Lance's words-jealousy mixed with schadenfreude. She was jealous that such a handsome man had a connection with Deanna but also glad because she knew her cousin's hopes of being with Deanna were likely dashed.
Meanwhile, Old Walsh had learned of Lance's identity through Old Hughes' introduction. "So you are the famous president of Mercer Group from Cloudmere, Lance. Such a young talent!" He greeted Lance warmly, clearly impressed by the capable young man.
At this moment, an untimely voice broke in. "What? He's the president of Mercer Group?" Leticia looked at Lance in shock, and in the next second, her attitude changed completely. Her eyes lit up as she approached Lance excitedly, showing what she thought was a charming smile. "Hello Lance, I'm Leticia. I'm twenty-five years old and single. Nice to meet you."
Everyone else present looked at Leticia with strange expressions.
Deanna felt uncomfortable seeing Leticia stand so enthusiastically in front of Lance.
Old Walsh's face darkened, feeling that Leticia's behavior was disgraceful to their family.
For a moment, his gaze at Leticia was as sharp as a knife.
However, Leticia's attention was entirely on Lance, oblivious to her grandfather's warning look.
She pouted cutely and asked Lance, "Why are you ignoring me?"