Deanna was deeply moved. It had been Julia helping them all these years, without expecting anything in return. She held Julia's hand, her eyes slightly moist. Having such a good sister, her life was worthwhile.
Later that evening, Julia bid them farewell and left.
At night, Old Ashley felt unwell. The old lady was startled, her mood saddened, leading to palpitations. She held her chest, gasping for air, breathing heavily. Deanna, also anxious, could only watch helplessly. They had rushed out and forgotten Old Ashley's medicine. She needed to take that specific medicine for relief.
Old Ashley struggled to stay conscious, laboriously telling her, "Deanna, I'm... fine! You don't... need to worry about me." Despite her breathlessness, she didn't want her granddaughter to worry. She knew it was her old ailment; she easily suffered from shortness of breath and palpitations when her mood was bad. Taking the medicine would quickly alleviate the symptoms, and not taking it wouldn't endanger her life, just causing discomfort.
Deanna, anxious, had sweaty palms as she said, "Wait for me." After speaking, she ran out and headed straight to the pharmacy.
As she ran downstairs, she unexpectedly met Lance. Lance was surprised to see her. "Dr. Deanna, what are you doing here?" He had come tonight to attend a party and was surprised to encounter her again. He remembered she didn't live in this area.
Deanna's complexion was poor, but she still told him, "There's a problem at my house, so I'm staying here tonight." Lance frowned, asking, "What happened?"
Deanna truthfully replied, "Today, both my family and I were out. Then someone broke into my house, smashed things, and we can't stay there anymore. But nothing was stolen; it's not theft." She had intended to go to the pharmacy first, but she thought her grandmother might be fine, and he might be able to help with this matter, so she continued explaining.
Lance, upon hearing this, furrowed his brows, clearly suspicious. "What do you think? Even if the community is old, there should still be basic security systems. It's not possible for someone to break in so easily. Could it be Raphael again?" They obviously thought of the same thing.
Deanna nodded in agreement, "I think so too, but I have no evidence." She sighed, looking at him anxiously. After some thought, Lance decided to tell her. "To be honest, Raphael came to see me yesterday. He wanted to cooperate with me, provide me with work-related conveniences, and let me go easy on Emily." Some things were company secrets, so he couldn't be too detailed and gave a vague explanation.
Deanna was surprised, looking at him. "And what about you? Did you agree to him?" Lance told her frankly, "I did consider it, wanting to sign an agreement with him." After all, such a big advantage should not be missed.
Hearing this, Deanna's eyes flickered with struggle. She bit her lip, feeling troubled as she said, "Can I ask you for one thing? If you agree to me, I won't charge you for future treatments." Lance was stunned, nodding solemnly, "Tell me."
Deanna averted her gaze, her face turning cold. "Although I have no evidence for this matter, it's almost certain it was them. I want to use this to get back what rightfully belongs to me from the Jones family." She clenched her fists, revealing her scar to him. "Years ago, the Jones family used my scandal to drive me out. After my mother's death, they took over the shares under my mother's name and secretly changed them. Now, I want them to return everything, including the properties." Her gaze suddenly sharpened.
Lance squinted his eyes, looking at her with interest. "So, what do you want to do?" Deanna looked at him and explained, "If they had been peaceful and hadn't meddled with me, I might have let it go. But now, they've laid hands on my child and forced my whole family into homelessness. They must pay the price!" Her expression was resolute, her eyes firm. Once she made a decision, she wouldn't easily change it.
The Jones family and the Howard family had repeatedly offended her, and she couldn't tolerate it. When necessary, she would strike back. She raised her eyebrows at Lance, saying, "With Mercer Group's capabilities, you can surely do this, right?" She was gambling that Lance, for his own sake, would agree to her request.
Lance looked at her deeply, responding calmly, "I will help you with this." Deanna breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Thank you." He had agreed in the end.