Sophia Sullivan's group returned to the Sullivan estate.
She immediately arranged for Emma Sullivan to receive treatment.
Ian Gallagher oversaw the entire medical process.
He stepped out of the room with calm composure.
Giving a slight nod to the elderly butler Charles Watson.
"The first treatment went smoothly."
He stretched his limbs slightly.
Turning to Sophia, he winked playfully.
"A-City is more vibrant than I imagined."
"Pity I don't know anyone here."
"Even finding accommodation is challenging."
"Sophia, how about letting me stay with you for a few days?"
"We're close enough—you wouldn't refuse me, would you?"
Sophia shook her head without hesitation.
"That won't be possible."
"I can help you find suitable housing."
She still needed to handle Underground City affairs.
Truly had no time to accommodate others.
Ian moved closer.
His peach blossom eyes brimming with feigned hurt.
"Have you forgotten our shared apartment days?"
"Now you won't even offer me shelter."
"How utterly heartless."
Just as Sophia prepared to explain.
Ethan Sullivan's voice cut through the conversation.
"No need to trouble Ms. Sullivan."
His gaze swept over Ian dismissively.
"The doctor traveled far to treat Emma."
"The Sullivan family never mistreats honored guests."
"The west garden has a private villa."
"Tranquil environment with complete amenities."
"Right next to our resident physician's quarters."
"You may consult each other anytime."
Ian attempted to decline.
Ethan spoke first.
"The Sullivans never neglect hospitality."
This left no room for refusal.
Further protest would seem ungrateful.
Ian paused momentarily.
Then flashed his most charming smile.
"Then I thank Mr. Sullivan for his generosity."
"But Sophia..."
"It's been so long since we last met."
"Would you honor me with dinner tonight?"
He added enthusiastically.
"My treat, of course."
Before Sophia could respond.
Ethan extended his own invitation.
"I happen to be free tonight."
"Could teach you your grandmother's perfuming techniques."
His glance at Ian carried subtle provocation.
"The doctor should understand."
"My schedule rarely permits such opportunities."
Ian maintained his smile.
"What a coincidence—tonight's my only availability."
Two pairs of eyes locked onto Sophia simultaneously.
The atmosphere grew palpably tense.
Sophia sensed the undercurrents immediately.
Her initial instinct was to decline both.
Then she recalled those stifled breaths in the restricted area.
Perhaps this presented a perfect testing opportunity.
"Perfuming lessons can wait."
"Let's have dinner tonight."
"I am rather hungry."
"The bill should be mine."
She turned to Ethan.
"Care to join us, Mr. Sullivan?"
Ethan's lips curved slightly.
"A welcome dinner does take precedence."
"I'm hungry too."
"Should naturally accompany you."
A shadow flickered through Ian's eyes.
Welcome dinner?
Clearly Sophia preferred his company.
Yet Ethan framed it as mere social obligation.