The scene of the accident was chaotic, with vehicle parts scattered and bloodstains marking the pavement. The airbags had deployed, trapping Stanley and Fiora in their seats. Stanley lay heavily unconscious, blood all over his face.-At the Seine Mountain Resort, when Iris and Ted left the restaurant after finishing their meal, they happened to run into Professor Sandler, who was out taking a leisurely walk."P-Professor Sandler," Iris exclaimed, caught off guard. She had hoped to tidy herself up first before going to see him in the evening. Despite her divorce, she hoped to present herself well in front of him.Instead, he found her in a disheveled state.Professor Sandler examined her and remarked, "You’ve lost weight."Iris lowered her head as a pang of self-reproach hit her. Her eyes stung with tears. Professor Sandler’s gaze shifted to her coat."Professor Sandler," Ted also greeted him respectfully.Professor Sandler nodded in acknowledgment, then said, "I'd like to
"Come here," Professor Sandler said. He did not think much of Henry. Although he had never seen Henry before and was unfamiliar with Henry's personality and character, he felt an instinctive dislike for the man.Yvonne approached them and informed Iris, "We just received news that Stanley was involved in a car accident. We don't know if he's dead or alive."The word "dead" tightened Iris' heartstrings. After all, she had lived with Stanley for four years. Even if it was a pet, one couldn't help fostering some feelings after spending so much time together. She could let go of her love for Stanley, but she could not remain indifferent to this news.Perhaps it was only human nature.Henry had lost all interest in flirting with Yvonne. He said, "Iris, come with me to check on Stanley."Iris did not move. She replied coldly, "I have nothing to do with him anymore. I don't care if he's dead or alive…""You were married for four years. Don't you care about him, even a little?" Henry ask
Iris walked over and saw Stanley being dragged out of the car. "Stretcher, quick!"Stanley was placed on a stretcher and lifted into the ambulance.Henry said, "Iris, you go with the ambulance. I'll follow in my car."The doctor asked, "Is she a family member?"Iris shook her head. "No."Henry couldn't stand formalities at a time like this. "Ex-wife is still a wife. We don't know how bad Stanley's injury is. He can't be left alone."He pushed Iris onto the ambulance.Inside the ambulance, the doctor immediately examined and treated Stanley. Once they arrived at the hospital, he was immediately taken to the operating room. Iris sat on a bench outside the operating room.Henry arrived a bit later and asked, "How's he doing, Iris?""I don't know," Iris replied."I'll inform his mother…" Henry began but suddenly stopped. He looked at Iris. If he called Renee here, Iris would surely leave. Henry felt that Stanley still had feelings for Iris, even if he didn't want to admit i
"If you don't want to drink, then don't," Iris said, placing the cup on the table.Stanley fell silent. He was already starting to miss her peaceful and beautiful sleeping face. "I'll drink," he finally said. His throat was parched.Iris picked up the water cup and inserted the straw into his mouth. Stanley drank eagerly, sucking the water through the straw like he was sucking milk from a carton. After finishing the cup of water, he finally felt a bit better."Can you help me wipe my face? It feels uncomfortable," he asked, looking at her with a pitiful expression. The wound on his forehead had been treated, but remnants of blood and antiseptic remained on his face.Iris rarely saw him in such a vulnerable state. Because he's injured, Iris decided to help him. She said, "There are no towels or basins in the ward. I'll have to go buy them." She left the ward.Stanley watched her leave, smiling to himself. Her heart had finally softened.Not long after Iris left, the door opene
The water splashed all over Stanley, soaking his hair, clothes, and bedding. As a finishing touch, Iris flung the basin at him."You call yourself a man, Stanley?!"How could he be so despicable? He hurt her, betrayed Wendy, and now, he couldn't even be loyal to Fiora.Iris wasn't just angry because he was disrespectful to Fiora; she was angry at his careless, unserious, and irresponsible attitude towards relationships. Did he see women as mere toys? Iris was ashamed that she used to love him.Stanley slowly raised his eyes, water dripping from his messy hair, and their gazes locked. "Iris..."Fiora finally recovered from the shock. "Are you crazy? Stanley is injured. How could you pour water on him when the weather's so cold?! Are you trying to kill him?!"After she scrambled to her feet, the first thing she did was not to check on her leg injury or confront Stanley, but to push Iris. "Stanley is injured! How could you be so cruel? What a nasty woman!"Iris, caught off guard by
Fiora's attitude was humble as she pleaded. Stanley, feeling overwhelmed by emotions, deliberately changed the subject. "Can you call the doctor for me?"Fiora realized with a start that his wounds needed treatment, and his clothes and bedding needed to be changed. "I'll go call the doctor right away," she said. As she stood, pain shot through her ankle, causing her to fall back onto the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.Seeing her cry made Stanley's head hurt. He reached out to press the call button.Soon, a nurse arrived, and he asked her to summon the doctor. When the doctor came, Stanley asked the nurse to take Fiora back to her ward. Although Fiora was reluctant, she understood that the doctor needed to tend to Stanley's injuries. With the nurse's assistance, she limped back to her own ward.-When Iris stepped out of the hospital, her phone suddenly rang; it was Ted. "Yvonne told me what happened. Is he okay?"Iris' mind was still fuzzy. "He won't die.""Wh
Iris, lacking the strength to argue with him, said weakly, "Let's go."Jason shot a condescending glance at Ted before bending down to lift Iris effortlessly in his arms. He turned to the gate and walked away.Ted stood frozen, as if struck by lightning. He had thought that without Stanley around, winning Iris' affection would be just a matter of time. But now, Jason had appeared out of nowhere—an accomplished, wealthy lawyer who was even better-looking than Stanley.His hands clenched tightly by his sides as a strong sense of crisis welled up within him. He had missed his chance once; this time, he couldn't let it slip away again no matter what! Watching Jason carry Iris away only fueled his determination.Iris must be his! He'd do anything to make sure of that! He would let no one stop him!-Jason carried Iris into the elevator and soon arrived at her apartment."The key is in my pocket," Iris said softly.Jason set her down gently and reached into her coat pocket to retriev
Jason lowered his gaze, concealing the tumult of emotions within his eyes. "I'm glad you're okay. I'll see you tomorrow, then."He picked up his coat and headed towards the door."Wait, Mr. Just," Iris called out.He paused but didn't turn back, deliberately avoiding looking at her."You took care of me all night. You must be hungry, right? Let me make you breakfast before you leave," she offered, wanting to express her gratitude.Jason wanted to stay too, but he hesitated. Given her current state, he feared that staying would be both agonizing and unbearable for him—he worried he might lose control."No need, save it and add it to the tab." He opened the door and stepped out.The cold air hit him sharply, but it failed to douse the fire inside him.Since he lived nearby, it only took him a few minutes to return home.Once inside, he shed his clothes, headed to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The rhythmic sound of water filled the space as he stood under the warm casca
Vince smiled, "I am."Iris said, "You've married a good woman."Kendra said while holding her grandson, "What about you, Iris? I heard from your mother that you broke up with your boyfriend. Why? Men like him are rare. I can't believe you actually broke up with him. Let me tell you, if you miss out on him, you won't find anyone as good in the future. I used to think Stanley was handsome, but Jason's even better-looking. Don't be stupid. Since you met someone good, you should hold onto him tightly and never let go. Don't break up with him so easily." The smile on Iris' face instantly faded.Vince noticed her change in demeanor and immediately spoke sternly to his mother, "Mom, she's an adult; she knows what she's doing. There's no need for you to interfere.""I'm just worried about Iris," Kendra replied, "You've met him before, right? Tell me, do you think Iris can find someone better than him?"Vince fell silent. Even he recognized Jason's qualities were impressive.Although Ja
However, she wasn't hungry. The only thing she felt was uneasy."Don't tell me you haven't had dinner yet?" Jason asked."I have," she lied, trying to keep her tone casual. After some hesitation, she asked, "Are things going well on your end?""I'll personally send Fiora there. The flight's tomorrow," he replied."How many days will you be gone for?""Three or four days."There was a moment of silence before Iris asked, "Is it okay if I don't see you off?"If she did, she would inevitably meet Fiora.Fiora was still unaware of her relationship with Jason. If she found out, it would surely complicate matters.It wasn't the right time to let her know."Of course.""Is there anything else?" she asked."...No. Good night.""You too, good night."After hanging up, Iris curled up on the couch, feeling vulnerable. Her eyes kept darting towards the door, fearing an unexpected intrusion. She didn't think she could fall asleep.Determined to take precautions, she ordered a surveil
When she bent down to move it aside, she saw a folder inside with her name written on it, which puzzled her.She became wary. Someone had placed this box at the door knowing this was where she lived. This was no mere coincidence. Who could it be?After ensuring there was nothing dangerous inside the box, she retrieved the folder and set the cardboard box aside. Entering her house with the folder in hand, she dropped her car keys and bag before quickly opening it. There was a stack of photos inside, all pictures of her — when she left the house for work in the morning, when she reached the law firm, when she went out for lunch, and when she walked to her car in the underground parking lot after work.Panic set in as she realized these photos were secretly taken by someone who was following her. Her heart raced. Someone had been tracking her and documenting her movements. What was the intention of leaving these photos at her doorstep? Was it a threat? An intimidation tactic? She
Iris turned to her, surprised."You don't seem too happy," she teased. "Rather than getting married, it looks more like you're going to attend a funeral.""Is marriage something to be happy about? Aren't you a cautionary tale?" Yvonne shot back.Iris was speechless.She was indeed a textbook cautionary tale.Yvonne poured herself another glass. "Marriage isn't something to be happy about. I'm just fulfilling my parents' wishes."In the past, she just wanted to have fun and didn't want to get married. When her parents urged her to get married, her grandfather defended her.Now that her grandfather had fallen ill and was not in good health, he also wanted to see her get married.She could ignore her parents, but for her grandfather's sake, she had to get married.Iris sighed. "I'm sorry for being a bad example. You're not me. Most marriages don't end like mine. Most people do well."Yvonne smiled. "Are you trying to comfort me?""Kind of," Iris admitted."I'm very rational. I
She only realized that when she checked her phone at the end of the workday. Brad had called multiple times, but she merely glanced at the notifications without replying. There were also missed calls from Yvonne, who asked to meet up that evening.Iris messaged back, asking: [What time? Where?][Star Coast.][Got it.]Iris went to the underground parking lot. She took the stairs as the elevator was under maintenance. The maintenance was scheduled to be performed after work hours when there were fewer people.Her footsteps echoed in the dimly lit stairway, clattering loudly as emergency lights flickered on.A person in a black windbreaker, baseball cap, and face mask entered the stairway. Their head was bowed low, with half their face scrunched up inside their collar, obscuring their expression.Iris found her car, opened the door, and got in. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes watched her intently from the shadows.The person's tightly clenched hands and the bulging veins o
Iris kept quiet and didn't say anything. She felt a pang of regret over the waste since those things cost money. He could have just given them away instead of throwing them away. However, she couldn't help but find his jealousy endearing. She couldn't believe a successful man like him would get so jealous."Let me help you," she offered. She closed the fridge and moved into the kitchen to help him serve the breakfast that Samuel bought."What time did you wake up?" she asked."Before seven," he answered.Iris glanced at the time; it was already past eight.Just then, her phone in the bedroom rang.She got up to answer it and saw it was Brad calling. She hesitated before answering."What time are you coming to visit me, Iris?" Brad asked, sounding forlorn."I have to go to the law firm. I haven't been there for two days. I can't put the case off anymore," she explained, politely declining.Though it was true she had to deal with the case, she could actually spare a couple of ho
Jason simply smiled without saying a word, leaving Iris feeling as though she had been unwittingly tricked. He seemed like an easy-going person, but there was an innate confidence and control about him that set him apart from others."You have a hidden agenda, don't you?" she asked."Once you finish the case in Southerland, I'd like to transfer you overseas," he replied.As for Brad Vassell, he would continue to stay at the law firm.The two would naturally be separated.Iris sat up straight, alarmed. "What did you say?"She was not going to sacrifice her career for a man! Their relationship wasn't at a stage where such sacrifices were warranted. Actually, no matter how much she ended up loving him, she would not sacrifice her career for him. She had already learned her lesson."With your skills, limiting yourself to marriage cases is a waste. Don't you want to tackle international cases?" He spoke casually, but his words were full of temptation.Iris was aware that Jason had
"I'll explain to her." Jason bent down, lifted Iris up and carried her to the bedroom.Iris, feeling sad, buried her face in his neck. "I'm sorry," she mumbled."It's not your fault. You didn't know she would be there." When Jason opened the bedroom door, the light passed over his face, illuminating the fleeting hint of danger in his eyes. "When you went to the Vassell family mansion, what did they say to you?""They just thanked me for mentoring Brad..." At that moment, Iris felt something was off. A family like the Vassells wouldn't need to invite her to their house for something so trivial. But if it wasn't to express their gratitude, why would they invite her? She wasn't close to them, and their statuses were vastly different."What was their intention?" she asked, looking up at him.All she saw was his firm jaw.Jason answered, "They had their reasons."He didn't blame Iris for easily accepting Brad's invitation; she wasn't part of their circle and naturally didn't know the
Iris was unbothered by Yvonne's antics; she would be more surprised if Yvonne didn't say something inappropriate.Yvonne closed the door with a smile. To be honest, she was genuinely happy for Iris, pleased to see her stepping out of her shell. She didn't care if Iris got together with Brad or Jason. She was happy as long as Iris could emerge from the shadows of her failed marriage without losing her confidence in men and still being open to love. After all, they say once bitten, twice shy. Yvonne feared that Iris might lose her ability to love someone after experiencing Stanley's betrayal.Iris approached the dining table, eyeing the fried chicken and beer. "We have dinner now.""Junk food," Jason remarked, glancing at it before pulling out his phone to make a call.Iris interjected, "Don't. It's fine to have junk food once in a while; it's not like we eat this every day. It would be a waste to throw it away."She opened the paper bag, retrieved the fried chicken, and set out gla