"Mom, that's enough. I'm a patient. I need to rest. I don't want to hear about children anymore. I'm the one who doesn't want children yet," Stanley replied.Iris had expressed her desire to have children quite a few times, but he thought they were still young, so there was no rush. He now realized that his mother might have been pressuring Iris."Hmph, you always defend her. She'll take advantage of you. I don't even understand what you see in her. She comes from a very ordinary family; both her parents are working-class. Yes, she has a good education, but what can she actually offer you? Beyond doing laundry and cooking, what else is she good for? She can't even give you a child. Before you got married, the young woman from the Just family expressed interest in you, and they even sent a matchmaker. If you had married her, you would be part of the capital's high society right now," Renee complained."The Just family is incredibly wealthy, their business reaching across the globe.
"Shut up." Stanley couldn't bear to hear Iris' name at the moment. He was in a bad mood.He had a nagging feeling that Iris might be serious this time.Picking up on his unease, Lester suggested, "Maybe Iris is just acting intimate with Ted to make you mad.""You think so?" It did not look like that to Stanley.Henry chimed in, "Ted said he's liked Iris longer than you have, but you dated her for three years and were married for four, so you were together for seven years. Could Ted really have liked her secretly for eight years? I find that hard to believe. Can a person really hold onto feelings for that long without wavering?"Yes, he was trying to comfort Stanley, but it was also true that he found it hard to believe. Henry thought that kind of devotion was unrealistic. After all, there's no true love in this world. Iris was undeniably beautiful, but surely that was not enough to keep someone secretly in love with her for eight years?Stanley's thoughts were in turmoil. "You
Iris replied, "I'm busy right now. I'll go home in a few days and tell you all about it...""In a few days? Are you crazy? Come home immediately!" Cassie's voice grew sharper.Iris realized that Stanley must have complained to her mother, and she couldn't help but scoff.They were already divorced, yet he had the audacity to complain to his former mother-in-law. He had no shame.Without further discussion, she hung up. She was determined to deal with the case first no matter what.To avoid any more distractions, she temporarily blocked her family's phone numbers. In order to not be found, she decided to stay in the Cloud District until the trial. She didn't have any clothes to change into, so she bought new ones.Seven days later, the client appeared in court, with Iris serving as his defense attorney. As she expected, there were flaws in the evidence against her client. The woman had also hired a lawyer and pleaded not guilty.This was a favorable situation for them, and Iris
Cassie instantly moved to the seat next to Iris and held her daughter's hand. "Iris, it's not that I want to be mad at you, but you can't be so willful. Your father and I are just ordinary people, but after you married Stanley, we're able to live in such a nice house. He's injured now, but you're not there for him; you're failing as a wife right now.""What else did he say?" Iris inquired."He said you're upset with him and asked us to talk to you. Iris, isn't this enough? He already apologized to us. You should go back to him," Cassie persuaded.Iris scoffed, looking at her mother. "Mom, Stanley and I are divorced. The divorce papers are already finalized. Why should I go back?"Cassie was taken aback, and Dennis stared at his daughter in disbelief. "D-Divorced?""Iris, what in the world happened?" Cassie asked."He cheated on me, so we divorced." Iris produced the divorce certificate, ready to confront her parents.Cassie grabbed the certificate and inspected it. It was indeed
Dennis attempted to comfort his wife, saying, "As long as we have enough money to support ourselves, we'll be fine. Let's just live our lives without worrying about what other people think."Cassie retorted, "It's that mindset that's kept you from achieving anything in life. If you had money and influence, would people have looked down on me?"Her words instantly silenced him.Wiping her tears away, Cassie turned to Iris with determined eyes. "Go and reconcile with Stanley right now."Iris pursed her lips, remaining silent."Say something!" Cassie pushed her hard, causing her to stagger and bump against the table.Dennis signaled to his daughter with his eyes as he said, "You should leave first; don't argue with your mom right now."Iris gave her father a glance, took the divorce certificate, returned it to her bag, and walked out the door.Behind her, Cassie's voice rang out, "I don't care if you have to cry or beg; you must reconcile with Stanley!"Tears unexpectedly streame
Stanley preferred the old Iris – the Iris who loved him, obeyed him, and prioritized him above all else.Iris scoffed. "Then what kind of tone should I use?"Stanley stood up and approached her slowly, step by step. Iris retreated cautiously until her back was against the wall. She tried to escape to the side, but he blocked her with outstretched arms. "This room is so small. Where can you run to?"Trapped, Iris faced him defiantly. "Why are you saying these things to me, Stanley? Don't tell me you still like me? Even if you do, I'm sorry, I'll never like you or love you again..."Stanley grabbed her chin. "When did your tongue become so sharp, Iris?"Iris forcefully pulled his hand away, losing control as she screamed, "Don't touch me!"Stanley was taken aback, not expecting such a strong reaction. "Bleurgh..."Iris rushed into the bathroom, leaning over the sink to throw up.Ever since she heard that Stanley had slept with Wendy, she had developed a physical repulsion to hi
"Yeah," Jason replied lightly, his gaze lingering on her face before asking, "Which building do you live in?"Iris pointed to the highrise on her right. "Unit 2 in Building 1, a single apartment.""I live across from you," he said.Iris glanced at the opposite building, recalling that her landlord had mentioned it during her rental process. The opposite building wasn't an apartment building."Well, I'll see you tomorrow," she said, eager to escape. She felt embarrassed getting caught crying at her age."Okay," Jason replied.She quickly walked into the building. As he watched her running away from him, a smile appeared on his face.Iris opted to skip the elevator, climbing the stairs to the sixth floor instead. Panting, she opened the door and set her things on the table. After pouring herself a glass of water and drinking it, she reflected on her earlier awkwardness. Why should she feel embarrassed? Everyone has moments of weakness; she's human, not a god. It's perfectly
Iris picked up her cutlery and looked at her mother. "You should eat too, Mom." Had her mother finally seen the light? Iris wondered. Her mother's attitude was surprisingly good.Iris quietly let out a sigh of relief.She continued, "Don't you worry, Mom. I'll work hard to support you and Dad from now on. I can't promise that I'll definitely be rich, but we definitely won't have to worry about surviving...""Eat first, Iris," Cassie replied with a smile.Iris nodded and ate her stew. After finishing their meal, the two women exited the restaurant.Suddenly, Cassie grabbed Iris' hand, tears streaming down her face.Iris was taken aback. Just moments ago, everything seemed fine. "Mom, what's wrong?""Iris, please, go apologize to Stanley. Do it for me." Cassie had gone to see Stanley earlier today to apologize on her daughter's behalf, but her son-in-law, who had always treated her politely, refused to see her. She was driven away by security.She tripped on the stairs at t
Brad arrived at Iris' house precisely at ten past seven. Holding the lunchbox, he rang the doorbell. Iris had just woken up, still in her pajamas, and wondered who could possibly be at the door this early. Sometimes, if she weren't driving, Brad would pick her up at around ten to eight. He wouldn't come this early.When she opened the door, she found him dressed in smart casual attire — a suit jacket, trousers, and white sneakers. In the past, he would wear cool attires like casual pants with a hoodie or a leather jacket, but after accompanying Iris to court on formal occasions, he had adapted his wardrobe considerably. Although he still felt uncomfortable in formal wear, he looked much more mature than before."You're here so early?" Iris asked, surprised."When you're busy, you never eat properly," Brad replied, entering without hesitation. He knew the passcode to her house anyway, so he made himself at home. He walked directly to the dining table. "Go freshen up and change yo
"Are you really going to take on that case, by the way?" Brad asked Iris.Iris asked him back, "Why shouldn't I?""This kind of case could go viral online and attract public scrutiny. I'm worried you'll face backlash. Many people these days lack critical thinking and just follow the crowd," Brad expressed.Iris responded firmly, "I'm a lawyer. I just need to fulfill my duties and do my job well. If I have to weigh the pros and cons before taking on every case..." she turned to him, adding, "What would be the point of doing this job?"Brad fell silent for a moment, then conceded, "Yes, you're right. Don't worry, I'll be at your side."Iris poured cold water on his enthusiasm. "I don't need you to be at my side. You need to go independent.""I don't want to," Brad said, sticking close to her, as if afraid of being left behind."What? Are you just going to cling to me?" she asked."Yes, I am," he chuckled."By the way, I need some fruits but I don't have time to go to the superma
Brad was right, Fiora knew that now. Yet her personality made it difficult for her to apologize and admit her mistakes. When Brad tried to take a sip of water, she snatched the glass from him.Brad looked at her, speechless. Fiora lifted her chin defiantly. "Whether he cares about me or not is none of your business."Brad wanted to ask her if her head had been kicked by a donkey. Instead, he said, "Alright, think what you want. I'm not your brother; I'm not gonna worry about you."Unintentionally, his words elicited a silent reaction from Iris, who lowered her gaze."My brother is overseas dealing with his heartbreak; he doesn't have time to worry about me," Fiora lamented. "I wonder if all the luck in our family has gone to the financial side. Is that why we're so unlucky in everything else? Half a year ago, my brother announced that he had a girlfriend. My mom had even met her and apparently really liked her, but then it all fell apart. My love life is rocky, and my brother's is
Iris said, "Just shut up and order."Brad obediently picked up the menu.Fiora watched the exchange, somewhat shocked at how readily Brad complied with Iris' command.Before this, she and Brad had looked down on each other, and their mutual disdain was evident. She had always thought Brad was too wild and could not be easily controlled, yet here he was, completely under Iris' command. She wondered how Iris had managed to subdue such a wilful young man, especially given Brad's less-than-ideal character.Having spent considerable time with Iris, Brad knew her preferences in food. He ordered the dishes he knew she liked, along with some of his own favorites, before turning to Fiora. "What would you like?""Anything," Fiora replied, prompting Brad to place a random order for her.While they waited for the food, Fiora broached the topic that lingered between them. "About what happened before...""Let's not dwell on the past," Iris interjected. To her, an apology from Fiora held littl
Iris didn't stop. She felt that they weren't acquainted so there was nothing to talk about.Fiora chased after her, tugging on Brad's arm as she ran past him. "Help me out."Brad thus followed behind her, saying, "If she doesn't want to talk to you, don't force her..."Fiora shot him an annoyed glare. Brad was speechless. Why did she glare at him? She was still the same spoiled brat."Wait, I'm not here to be your enemy," Fiora called as she caught up with Iris.Iris had to cross the street, but the continuous flow of traffic forced her to stop, giving Fiora a chance to catch up to her."I just want to apologize," Fiora said.Iris turned back in surprise. Those unexpected words caught her off guard. She did not expect it from Fiora at all.Why would Fiora suddenly apologize to her?"I know Stanley's married now. He married that evil woman," Fiora continued.Learning that Stanley had married Wendy had changed Fiora's opinion of Iris, but it wasn't until last night that she t
When Iris opened the door, she was shocked to see that it was Samuel. "What are you doing here?" she asked, puzzled.Samuel replied, "Mr. Just is not in the country. He asked me to check on you. Do you need anything?"Jason had seen Iris' message, but she had deleted it before he could listen to it. Concerned about her, had sent Samuel to check if everything was alright since he was abroad.Iris tightened her grip on the doorknob. Something stirred in the bottom of her heart. She tried to sound calm as she said, "I'm fine.""I'll be in the country all month. If you need anything, feel free to call me," Samuel said, handing her his business card. "Here's my contact."Iris hesitated for a moment before taking it."Are you sure you're fine?" Samuel asked, noticing her pale complexion.Though Iris had forgotten about her stomach pain because she was preoccupied with her thoughts, her complexion gave away her condition. She forced a nod. "I'm fine. Really."Samuel studied her for a
Iris walked out of the shop with the cake in hand. When she spotted Renee, she ignored her.Renee finally recognized the qualities Iris possessed when she compared Iris to Wendy — Iris was cultured, well-mannered, polite and respected her elders."Iris," Renee called out involuntarily.Iris merely looked back for a second before getting into her car.Renee stood frozen in a daze. If Iris were still her daughter-in-law, she mused, she wouldn't have to endure this humiliation. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Wendy. She perceived Wendy as a devil. Wendy was the most evil person she had ever seen! She couldn't imagine how a person could be that evil.Yet, Renee never considered her own flaws while judging others.Renee's unexpected appearance did not make Iris feel anything. She entered a restaurant's private room with the cake. The private room was filled with Brad's friends. They were playfully teasing him, saying, "You don't race with us anymore. You barely even ha
Wendy stood up and gestured to the various luxury items she had purchased, sprawled across the couch. "Bring them up for me," she commanded, treating Renee like a servant."In your dreams!" Renee yelled back defiantly.Wendy leaned casually against the staircase railing, her expression filled with contempt. Cold and calculating, she resembled a predator, no trace of weakness remaining."Don't waste your breath with empty threats. You can't do anything to me. If anything happens to me, that video of you murdering someone will land in the police's hands. That boy will also receive a copy. When he learns who killed his mother after he grows up, there's no way he'll spare you. He'll send the Stein family into chaos. The video will also be leaked to the media, exposing your crime to the world. It'll become a scandal for the Stein family, and the family business' stocks will plummet as a result. And your dear husband, the person you care about the most? When he finds out that his lover di
Iris was in no mood to talk. Yvonne shook her gently, asking, "Do you want me to take you out to relax?""Not interested," Iris replied, looking visibly exhausted.When the takeout arrived, she only picked at her food, taking just a few bites before losing interest.It wasn't that the food wasn't tasty; she simply had no appetite.Yvonne received a phone call. She asked Iris if she wanted to join her. Iris declined."Then I'll see you next time," Yvonne said while getting up."Mmh," Iris responded absentmindedly.After Yvonne left, Iris packed up the food and decided to go to bed early.The day of the trial arrived as scheduled. Despite her best efforts, the trial proved challenging, and the outcome was not what she had hoped for. The client commented, "Honestly, it's better than what I expected. There's a big difference between five years and ten years. I'll reform well, show good behavior, and try to get released early."Iris remained silent. The outcome wasn't satisfactor