He didn’t even respond to her plea.
How did it co to this?
Iris Harris lay on the bed, lost in thought.
How did she beco so low, cheap, worthless?
All she did was like him, so why did he treat her this way?
She couldn’t understand.
Just felt a deep pain in her heart, a pain so intense her tears wouldn’t stop.
She had always understood.
Everything was her fault.
She had handed him the knife herself, giving him the weapon to hurt her.
She had given him the opportunity to hurt her.
It was all... her own fault.
No one else to bla.
Yet thinking this, her tears wouldn’t stop; she was really heartbroken, heartbroken to the point of dying.
A disgust for herself, or a despair for the future.
After a long while, in the silent bedroom, the sobs slowly weakened. She closed her eyes, gripping the covers tightly, and softly called out: "Brandan..."
Please stop treating like this.
I beg you, be gentle with .
Give the courage to wait for you.
Iris Harris tightly closed her eyes, tears streaming endlessly down the corners of her eyes, soaking the pillow.
Does loving soone always lead to such scars?
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The following week, Brandan did not think about Iris Harris.
The changes in his body were obvious.
The bruise from a month ago hadn’t faded even after a month.
The toothbrush was covered with blood when taken out in the morning.
His body was deteriorating day by day, at a pace even he noticed.
He could control the economy of River City, but not his own body.
In the morning, he had breakfast with his mother as usual in the dining room.
"Brandan..."
As they ate, Lady Hyde’s voice trembled; she looked at him in horror, her face almost transparently pale.
Brandan held the chopsticks, observing his mother’s expression. Sensing sothing, he reached to touch his nose.
As he raised his hand, blood stread down, and Brandan clutched his nose, his sharp brows furrowing slightly.
The bleeding wouldn’t stop.
Lady Hyde seed terrified, standing by his side, trembling uncontrollably.
Brandan wanted to say "don’t be afraid," but his throat felt blocked as if with cotton, rendering him speechless.
So things are beyond human control.
Just like his strange condition.
Though he took his dication on ti every day, without a compatible bone marrow transplant, he still couldn’t control the disease.
The bleeding finally stopped.
Brandan looked at the red on his hands, frowning slightly, while Lady Hyde clutched his arm tightly, truly scared, her knuckles whitening.
"Mom..."
With so effort, Brandan called to her.
"Brandan..." Lady Hyde looked at him in slight terror, her whole body still trembling. Brandan had to hold her, "Let’s go to the hospital. Brandan, let’s get checked at the hospital."
"..."
Brandan hesitated, a faint emotion fleeting through his deep eyes. After a long pause, he sighed softly, "Alright."
What was ant to co would eventually co.
He lowered his gaze, and Iris Harris’s face flashed montarily in his mind.
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