Iris Harris gently held the cold fingertips and whispered, "I never expected Viola to..."
"Iris Harris, please don't show up in front of her during this period." His tone was cold and distant, "She just woke up, and I don't want her to be stimulated again."
"And also, stop pretending to be kind by bringing food, it's not needed, understand?" Brandan Hyde looked at her, his tone growing colder, "If I ever see you in her ward again, don't blame me for being unkind to you!"
"......"
Iris Harris couldn't say a word.
She looked at the impatience and annoyance in the man's eyes, and after a long while, slightly nodded, "I understand..."
She turned around and almost fled.
An indescribable sense of shame and guilt made her wish she could disappear from the hospital.
She knew that Brandan was right; Viola Harris was indeed in this condition because of her, and he had every reason to hate her... After all, he loved Viola Harris...
