"I’ve been a bit busy lately..." Iris Harris hesitated for a mont, then said, "Xavier Gambon, Brandan and I got the marriage certificate."
"..."
There was a mont of silence on the other side before a gentle voice asked, "Are you happy?"
Iris Harris let out a bitter laugh, her voice tinged with bitterness: "Not at all."
William Moore sighed lightly upon hearing this.
"Iris, maybe it’s ti for you to let go. It’s been ten years, if he were to rember, he wouldn’t have made you wait for ten years."
Iris Harris closed her eyes, and this ti, she didn’t refute. She only murmured softly, "I know... I know... Maybe I’m just unwilling. Unwilling to accept that after all this ti, he still doesn’t rember ..." She opened her eyes, her gaze painful as she looked into the void, "You’re right, maybe I really should let go."
Seeing Brandan Hyde care so deeply for Viola Harris, the stubbornness in her heart began to waver.
If he could be happy, what did it matter if he rembered her or not?
Isn’t that right?
Iris Harris’s voice softened, "Just wait a little longer..." Waiting this long, it’s not so easy to just let go, "But soon..."
Once Brandan Hyde recovers from his illness, once Viola Harris is discharged, then she’ll talk to Brandan Hyde about divorce.
Even Iris Harris herself hadn’t expected that after marrying Brandan Hyde, she would truly start to want to let go.
Perhaps, after Viola Harris’s suicide attempt, she really understood that there was no future for her and Brandan Hyde...
It’s just that now...
She couldn’t bring herself to ntion divorce imdiately.
She still needed ti to prepare herself, to say what needed to be said.
After saying goodnight to William Moore, Iris Harris sat on the bed with her phone in hand, staring blankly into space, feeling an empty void inside her.
She had waited ten years for him, and never expected that when she finally let go, it would feel like this.
This kind of sadness, so sad it bordered on despair.
Brandan, I have no way out...
You won’t bla , right?
I’m sorry...
She buried her face in her knees, taking in a sharp breath, overwheld by an uncontrollable sadness.
Admitting that Brandan Hyde truly loves Viola Harris is incredibly hard.
She always thought she still had a chance, that Brandan Hyde would love her, like he did in the past.
But after this, she finally accepted reality.
She had no chance anymore.
This ti, Brandan Hyde chose Viola Harris.
She lost, utterly defeated.
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At eight-thirty in the morning, Iris Harris rushed to the hospital to prepare for the bone marrow extraction surgery.
Lady Hyde saw her and ca over to hold her hand, asking with concern, "Didn’t sleep well last night? Your complexion looks awful."
Iris Harris hesitated for a mont before nodding slightly, "A bit nervous."
Even though the doctor said the risk of this operation was low and the success rate was as high as ninety percent.
Still, she was a bit scared.
It’s not one hundred percent, which ans there’s a risk of failure.
No matter how Brandan Hyde treated her, she still hoped deep down that he would live.
Lady Hyde stroked her face, noting Iris Harris’s pale complexion, unsure if it was due to lack of sleep or the recent troubles weighing down on her mind. She gently reassured, "It’s okay, it’s okay, Brandan’s primary doctor is a world-class leukemia expert, and under his care, there have been no failures. Don’t worry."
Iris Harris looked at Lady Hyde, mustering her spirit to nod and smiled weakly, "That’s true."
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