The snow was falling heavier and heavier.
Brandan Hyde got out of the car, and by the time he entered the house, his shoulders were already covered in a layer of snowflakes.
A servant stepped forward and took his black long coat. Lady Hyde was sitting on the sofa and, upon seeing him enter, looked at him with some nervousness. Brandan did not even glance at her and went straight upstairs.
Watching his departing figure, Lady Hyde clenched her fingers tightly.
She knew they could never return to the past.
Iris Harris was dead.
If she could go back to that day, would she still agree to let her leave?
She did not know.
It seemed no matter what, their relationship was a dead end.
Perhaps nine years ago, their meeting was a mistake.
One wrong step leads to another.
Even between her and Brandan, they could never return to those intimate times.
She had betrayed him.
He didn't even trust his own mother anymore.
