"Let's go to the hospital," Iris insisted."Go ahead, Mr. Just. Don't worry, we can handle things here. It's no big deal," one of the lawyers assured him.Jason nodded.Iris grabbed his arm and led him to the side of the road to wait for a taxi.Seeing her worrying about him, Jason couldn't help but smile.Fortunately, they managed to hail a taxi quickly. It was quicker than going to the parking lot to retrieve their car.As the taxi pulled over, Iris opened the door for Jason. "Get in, Mr. Just."Jason entered the taxi and shifted aside to allow her to sit next to him."To the hospital," Iris instructed after closing the door."Which hospital?" the driver asked."The nearest one," she replied."Got it," the driver said, pulling away.Iris urged, "Please drive faster. My friend is injured."Glancing at Jason in the rearview mirror, the driver said, "I'll do my best."Given the city's traffic, it was impossible to drive too fast. The driver wished he could drive faster too
He seemed to be joking.Despite knowing that, Iris still blew on his hand gently.Her pink lips were like flower petals kissed by morning dew, beautiful and elegant. Jason's hand was still numb from the anesthesia, so he couldn't feel the warmth of her breath. Instead, his attention was drawn to her lips. They were beautifully shaped and were captivating whenever she spoke or smiled. He recalled their softness from their last kiss.He pursed his lips and withdrew his hand."It doesn't hurt anymore?" Iris asked, turning to look at him.Jason swallowed, his Adam's apple moving slightly. "The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, so it doesn't hurt."Iris was speechless, but since he got injured because of her, she wasn't angry. "I'm glad it doesn't hurt."She checked the medication she was holding. There was a lot, enough to last for a month.The car ride continued in silence until they arrived. Iris paid the driver. Again, she stepped out first and offered him a hand. Jason took
"No..." Jason began to explain, but his phone rang, interrupting him. With a frown, he took out his phone. Before answering, he said to Iris, "Give me a second."However, Iris didn't wait for him. Taking advantage of his distraction, she slipped out of his embrace and said, "Don't forget to take your medicine," before darting out of the room like a startled rabbit.Jason frowned and answered the call with an unfriendly tone. "Yes?"Fiora was taken aback by his harsh tone. "Mom and Dad asked you to come home," she informed him."Did they say why?" Jason asked."Nope," Fiora replied, twiddling her fingers nervously.Although the incident at her engagement party was behind them, she could sense her parents' dissatisfaction with Stanley and the Stein family. She suspected it might have something to do with that."Okay," Jason replied curtly before hanging up.He picked up his car keys and left. While in the elevator, he sent Iris a text: [Tomorrow morning, 8 AM, let's have breakfas
Jason looked at Fiora for a moment before replying, "Yes."Fiora's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Really? When will you bring her back for dinner?"Jessica, elegant with a gentle smile, looked expectantly at her son. "Yes, Jason, bring her back so that we can take a look. Also, if she's okay with it, hurry up and get married."The news of her son having a girlfriend filled Jessica with joy. "We don't really care what family she's from; it's fine as long as you like her."She understood her son's temperament; once he had made a decision, it was nearly impossible to sway him. While it would be great if Jason's future wife would match his status, she recognized that love often transcended social standing and depended on destiny.She used to think she would have a good son-in-law. She used to wonder what kind of remarkable man her daughter would fall for. Yet, Fiora had fallen for a divorcee and was determined to marry him no matter what. That taught Jessica a lesson; she realized
Stanley said, "Sorry, something came up," and abruptly hung up the phone. Fiora stared at the screen in disbelief. Did he really just hang up on her like that? Anger surged within her, and she threw her phone in frustration.Stanley was oblivious to her tantrum. His tone was icy as he addressed Wendy, "You're released already?" It sounded as if he felt Wendy hadn't spent enough time in prison."Don’t treat me so coldly, Mr. Stein," Wendy said, her eyes teary as she rushed forward, hugging his waist. "Do you know how much I've missed you?" She played the victim well, her innocent appearance and watery eyes making her look pitiful.Stanley removed her hands. "Because of you, Iris and I are divorced. Do you realize how much I hate you?""She divorced you? I didn't know that..." Wendy feigned shock, her voice trembling. "I can explain to her.""Explain?" Stanley squeezed her wrist, his patience wearing thin. "What are you gonna say?"His grip was so strong that Wendy felt like he
Fiora went to the wardrobe and surveyed her clothes. Despite having a room full of clothes, nothing felt right. After trying on several outfits, she finally settled on one that she liked.Since Stanley had taken the initiative to ask her out, of course she had to make herself pretty. She took her time to do her makeup and dressed up perfectly.When she headed downstairs, Jessica called her for breakfast, but she replied that she had something to do and left the house.Watching her daughter leave, Jessica sighed softly. The night before, she had managed to persuade her son to stay overnight, but he left without breakfast in the morning too.Were they going out on dates already so early in the day? She mused over how young people nowadays seemed to always be in a rush.…Jason drove with a hopeful expression, looking forward to seeing Iris to confess to her.Meanwhile, Iris stood before the mirror, already dressed. However, there were dark circles under her eyes. She had had a r
Vince nodded as he recounted the incident. "It happened last night. We were doing late-night business so we closed late. I remember it was around eleven o'clock when three men came in. They ordered grilled lobster and beer. There were two women at the table next to them. When the women were leaving, one of the women accidentally bumped into one of the men. The man demanded an apology. I wasn't present at the time, so I don’t know if she apologized. Anyway, an argument broke out."The men started pushing the women. Worried for their safety and the reputation of my business, I stepped in to intervene. But the three men were aggressive and ignored my apologies. They kept pushing the women, and one woman fell onto an uncleaned table. The other woman pushed the man back. In response, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the restaurant."I followed them outside and saw the man beating the woman. I tried to pull him away, but he was too strong and knocked me down. I hit my head
It was at this moment that Kendra finally understood the difference between family and outsiders. The people who she usually got along with seemed more interested in watching her family's misfortunes unfold than offering genuine help. Yet, when she called her niece, Iris rushed over without hesitation to help.A helping hand in times of need was always truer than a helping hand in normal times."You're our family's savior," Kendra expressed her heartfelt gratitude.Among their extended family, Iris was the one with the best education and the best marriage. Even though her husband cheated on her and they were now divorced, he was undoubtedly a man of status. The fact that he was willing to marry Iris, a woman with an ordinary background, in the first place spoke to her qualities.That was why Kendra was jealous of Iris. Her own children were very ordinary in comparison.Her husband, Tom, chimed in, "Now you know. Make sure you watch your mouth when you speak from now on."Kendra
Stanley stepped aside, allowing Iris to pass. Iris walked past him without looking at him.He stared at her back as she walked away. The familiar neighborhood reminded him of the sweet memories they once shared there. They loved each other back then.How had he lost her and ruined his own life?"Iris, I'm sorry," he murmured softly.He walked over to a flower pond and sat down by the pond, staring blankly ahead with an unfocused gaze.He had parked his car illegally, and when the traffic police called him, he ignored the call. He watched his car getting towed away without a care.He felt drained, as if life had been sucked out of him, leaving him indifferent to everything around him. He felt like a walking corpse. He had lost the woman he loved and was trapped in a marriage he despised.At the thought of Wendy, his hands clenched tight. He must find a way to end their marriage.…When Iris reached home, she immediately called the police station for updates. She was informe
Once, her eyes held only love for him; now, they reflected deep disdain. And it was all his fault. He was the one who drove her away.He slowly released her hand, and Iris walked away firmly.Stanley stood frozen. He slowly lowered his gaze, masking the regret in his eyes. Yes, he regretted it, but it was already too late. She wouldn't take him back anymore.He smiled self-deprecatingly."Stanley..." Lester, wanting to comfort him, was met with Stanley's dismissive wave.No words could console his broken heart."Let's go," Stanley said, but he couldn't stop himself from looking back.Iris had already disappeared through the door.Lester sighed. "Stanley, why did you suddenly marry Wendy? You never told us the reason.""I don't want to talk about her," Stanley said, his voice filled with resentment.He had only married Wendy because Renee forced him to. Renee used to dislike Wendy, but for some reason, she suddenly changed her mind.Renee wouldn't tell him why, but Stanle
With a frown, Yvonne came over holding the hem of the wedding dress and kicked Henry on the calf. "Didn't I tell you to sever ties with them if you want to marry me?!"Henry quickly stood up to calm her. "I'm on it, I'm on it. But just like a breakup, cutting ties takes time. Give me some time, alright?""You better be doing it," Yvonne crossed her arms, scrutinizing him."I swear, if I lie to you, I'm a dog," Henry said, raising his palm.Iris stood up. "Stop arguing. I'm leaving." She indeed wanted to avoid running into Stanley.Yvonne nodded. "Go ahead."Feeling embarrassed, Henry added, "I'm sorry, Iris. I'll buy you dinner to make up for this.""No, it's okay, it's no big deal," Iris said, unbothered. After all, Henry was kind enough to notify her in advance."Take your time choosing," Iris told Yvonne before picking up her bag and heading downstairs.The spiral staircase required her to hold onto the railing.Unfortunately, while she was descending the stairs, Lester an
When she opened the door, she found Brad still outside. His dull eyes lit up the moment he saw her."Iris, I know you wouldn't be so cruel to me. You're not gonna let me freeze in the cold wind, right? I know you still care about me..."Iris cut him short, "You misunderstood. I came out to pick up a delivery." She then closed the door behind her and headed to the community gate.Brad felt the sting of her rejection again.When she was almost at the gate, a voice called out from behind her, "Excuse me, please wait."Iris turned back."Why are you so ruthless to Master Brad?" an elderly servant from the Vassell family confronted her. The servant watched Brad grow up and had never seen Brad being treated like this. "You should thank your lucky star that he likes you. Don't you think you're being ungrateful hurting him like this?"Raising her eyebrows, Iris retorted, "Why don't you marry him instead?"The servant blushed. "You...""What?" Iris couldn't believe a servant would ta
Iris replied, "It's my house, I can change the passcode whenever I want. I don't need your permission."Brad had no retort."Why are you here instead of recovering in the hospital?" Iris asked. "Is your leg not hurting anymore?"Brad felt aggrieved. "I came to see you because you didn't go to see me, and yet you're yelling at me."Feigning a cold attitude, Iris said, "Do I have to visit you everyday? I'm just your superior. I've already shown the necessary courtesy by visiting you the other day. You shouldn't expect more than that."Brad stared at her in disbelief, his pupils shaking. He couldn't believe how coldly Iris was treating him. It pained him."Iris..." His eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Why are you being so mean to me?"Turning away to avoid his hurt expression, Iris said, "Go back to the hospital. I have a court appearance tomorrow, so I need a good night's rest."As she opened the door to enter her house, Brad called out, "Iris, I came out of the hospital just t
Iris shook her head, "I took a cab.""Oh, then you can drink. But I know you can't handle alcohol, so don't drink too much," Vince said, pouring her half a glass of wine. Iris clinked glasses with him. "Enjoy the meal. I hope you like the food," Vince said.Iris laughed, "Congratulations again on your first child.""By the way, I have something to ask you. Rachel wants to go abroad; apparently her friend has a company there and offered her a high-paying job. But I'm worried she might get scammed. You're a lawyer with broad experience, do you think it's safe?" Vince asked, pulling up a chair next to her.Iris had indeed dealt with similar cases before. "Which country is Rachel's friend's company based in?" she inquired."Canadia.""My advice for her is not to go. Although it's not as dangerous as Northern Burrma, many victims are actually transferred there from other countries. Once they reach Northern Burrma, it's hard to come back. You must have seen the news about that plac
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