"The dosage was too high," William Moore stated calmly, "and there was a severe allergic reaction leading to dehydration."
"Allergic..." Eddison was taken aback.
"Allergies caused by the excessive dosage."
When William Moore said those words, his eyes darkened slightly, his delicate fingers gently pinching—a sure sign of his emotional fluctuations.
Brandan Hyde had given Iris Harris too many aphrodisiacs, causing her body to montarily be unable to handle the dosage, leading to a severe allergic reaction.
Allergies can sotis be fatal.
Especially with symptoms of severe dehydration like Iris Harris’.
If William Moore hadn’t happened to be at the club today...
Eddison shuddered.
The consequences for Iris Harris would have been unimaginable!
There was no antidote for HZ23 available on the market.
William Moore gently raised his hand, brushing aside the stray locks on Iris Harris’ pale face. He silently gazed at her, his elegant and profound eyes flashed with a hint of tenderness and heartache.
After a mont, he said, "Drive."
*
Iris Harris had a dream.
It was sothing from her elentary school days.
Endless rainy days, she forgot to bring an umbrella, and Viola Harris had already been picked up by the nanny. She stood alone at the entrance of the classroom on the first floor, staring blankly at the sky.
Viola Harris was three years younger than her.
After being adopted from the orphanage by the Harris family, she had a period of being cherished.
Later, when Viola Harris was born, the love Mrs. Harris and Mr. Harris had for her gradually shifted to Viola.
After all, Viola was their biological daughter, and they had adopted her only because they thought they couldn’t have children.
Having their own flesh and blood, naturally, there was less care for the adopted daughter.
Things like forgetting to bring her an umbrella on rainy days or forgetting to pick her up had beco commonplace.
After all, in that ho, she didn’t know when she had already beco invisible.
Standing at the entrance of the classroom with her backpack, she looked up at the sky. During the plum rain season, the rain poured heavily and wouldn’t stop.
The children around her had gradually been picked up by their families, and as dusk set in, the surroundings beca increasingly desolate.
She was a bit anxious; if she rushed ho through the rain, her books would get wet, and the classroom was already locked, so she couldn’t put her backpack back.
Just as she was about to dash into the rain with her backpack, a childlike voice ca from behind her.
"Did you forget your umbrella?"
Iris Harris turned around, eting a pair of gentle, misty black eyes.
It was a very exquisite and beautiful boy, with snow-white skin and rosy lips, as if he were a fairy from the human world.
"Then take this umbrella!"
Once he confird she didn’t have an umbrella, the boy quickly handed her a children’s umbrella.
"What about you..."
Holding the umbrella, Iris Harris watched in surprise as the little boy dashed into the rain.
"It’s nothing for a man to withstand a little rain!"
...
For a long ti in the future, this scene would be the most tender mory in Iris Harris’ heart.
Perhaps for others, it was just an umbrella.
But for her, it was the first person to offer her an umbrella in her desolate heart.
*
Iris Harris slowly opened her eyes, looking sowhat bewildered at the void.
The air was filled with the scent of coffee and the faint presence of William Moore.
Slling this, the rigid parts of her body gradually relaxed.
Not far away, a tall and slender figure stood by the balcony. Sensing her movent, he turned slightly.
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