Iris Harris blinked slightly, bent down to pour a glass of water from the coffee table, took a sip, and then gently smiled: "Auntie, why would you ask that?"
"Brandan said..." Lady Hyde shook her head, "Just be honest with , you’re not sick, are you?"
"No." Iris maintained a calm smile, the steam from the tea mingling in her eyes, making her smile seem sowhat indifferent, "I’m fine, Auntie."
What’s the point of telling others? Besides unnecessary pity, it only adds to their sadness.
She slowly finished a cup of hot water, feeling as if her stomach had ward up as well. Iris leaned back on the sofa, looking at the sunset outside the door, her expression very serene.
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Brandan Hyde might know sothing, might have discovered sothing, but Iris didn’t care.
He didn’t co to ask her, only occasionally looking at her with eyes that seed to be probing.
Yet, all of this was bearable, Iris did not find it unbearable.
Perhaps from that day when he accidentally pushed her down the stairs, this man truly felt a tinge of guilt towards her. Recently, he hadn’t bothered her, sotis it was clear he wanted to say sothing to her but held back. The days passed by in such a peaceful and undisturbed manner.
This might be the most comfortable period before her imminent death after all.
That’s what Iris thought.
There were many benefits to living at the Hyde Residence. Lady Hyde was very kind to her, making dishes that suited her taste. Although she did not have many hobbies, she was very particular about food. The ingredients sent to the Hyde Residence were top-notch, naturally making every dish exquisite and delicious.
In her lifeti, she hadn’t had many such idle days. She had always been studying when she was young, and after graduation, she quickly began working for the Harris Clan to help her family. Sotis she was so busy that she couldn’t even eat. Now, stealing half a day’s leisure was truly not bad.
This day, Iris ca downstairs as usual, later than both Brandan and Lady Hyde. When she entered the dining room, they had already eaten halfway.
Seeing her co down, Lady Hyde gestured for her to sit beside her.
"Iris, today it’s red dates and white fungus soup, eat it while it’s hot."
Iris thanked her and sat by Lady Hyde’s side.
It was very quiet while eating. Iris sipped slowly, the soup was aromatic and sweet, a flavor she liked. Recently, she realized that she actually liked sweets.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t eaten them for long.
Iris thought absentmindedly until she heard Lady Hyde’s sowhat alard voice: "Iris?!"
Iris was montarily stunned, lifted her eyes, and when she saw the red liquid continuously dripping into her bowl, she understood imdiately.
The blood was like broken pearls, rolling one after another from her nostrils, slowly diffusing into the white fungus soup.
Iris raised her hand, instinctively covering her nose, thinking, how terrible it was for the illness to flare up at this mont...
The dining room fell into extre silence. Brandan, who was eating across from her, also looked up, staring at her with emotions in his dark eyes that she couldn’t comprehend.
Iris slightly lowered her head, feeling nothing but regret and helplessness. She hadn’t wanted Lady Hyde to find out so soon.
She didn’t want her to be too saddened over her.
The blood wouldn’t stop, oozing through her fingers. Iris felt a bit dizzy and sensed a hand gently holding hers. Whether it was an illusion or not, the hand seed to tremble slightly.
She slightly lifted her head and saw Brandan’s face.
"Let’s go to the hospital."
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