They were all scared.Iris gently tapped Yvonne. "Let Prof rest. He just came out of surgery.""You all can go," Professor Sandler insisted, waving away his children. "I'll be fine with Yvonne and Iris here."He knew his children were busy, so he was reluctant to inconvenience them even though he was ill. He had always been stubborn."What are you saying? Those two wouldn't know how to care for you! I'll stay," Luka said firmly.Professor Sandler's daughter also refused to leave.Despite their protests, Professor Sandler's insistence prevailed. Yvonne and Iris remained, while the others left.As the two stayed by his side, Professor Sandler fell asleep.The next morning, while Yvonne was asleep leaning on the bed, Iris stepped out to buy food.Upon her return, Yvonne was still asleep, but Professor Sandler was awake. His complexion had improved since yesterday, but he was still weak. Iris moved to support him."Are you hungry?" she asked softly.Professor Sandler shook his
"What little follower?" Professor Sandler asked with curiosity.Iris adjusted the blanket around him. "An intern at the firm that I'm mentoring.""Oh," Professor Sandler remarked. He believed Iris wouldn't fool around with men. He glared at his granddaughter and said, "Iris isn't like you."Yvonne playfully pounced onto the bed, wrapping her arms around him. "Grandpa, am I your granddaughter or is Iris your granddaughter? Your favoritism is ridiculous!"Professor Sandler tapped Yvonne's forehead lightly. "If I hadn't spoiled you, would you have been living such a carefree life, huh?"Yvonne acknowledged the truth in his words. She knew her grandfather had been lenient with her.Holding onto her grandfather, she said, "Then you must keep loving me and spoiling me and stay by my side forever."A hint of melancholy crossed Professor Sandler's face, accentuated by the wrinkles that time had etched. "What nonsense are you saying? I'll have to go sooner or later...""Don't say that,"
On the day Iris Glover was prosecuted in court by her husband, it was snowing heavily.From their courtship to their marriage, they had been together for seven years. She had always believed in his love for her; they were happy together. However, everything changed when he personally prosecuted her in court because of an accusation made by Wendy Rain.During the trial, the judge stated the case: "On November 23rd, during a drunk driving checkpoint on Westfield Road, a prohibited substance was discovered in the vehicle driven by the defendant, Ms. Iris Glover. We are here today to address these charges.""Prosecutor, please present your statement."Stanley Stein stood tall in a black suit, exuding seriousness. When he looked at his wife, there was only disappointment and indifference in his eyes. "On November 23rd, Ms. Glover drove a white car, license plate V8861, in which five grams of prohibited substance was found. Ms. Glover claims Ms. Wendy Rain had called her to pick up her i
Iris turned to Stanley.It turned out that the word divorce was not as difficult to utter as she had imagined."I won't divorce you; you know that very well," Stanley replied, his expression cold."As a lawyer, you know very well that if I was pronounced guilty, I would have gone to prison...""In light of the evidence, I had no choice...""No, you chose to believe Wendy over me," Iris pinpointed the issue. He did not believe her. Perhaps, in his heart, Wendy was more important, so he hoped Iris would be the one to go to prison rather than Wendy."Let's just go home," he said, walking down the steps.Iris adjusted her coat against the biting wind as she followed him toward the car, the chill cutting across her face.Inside the car, silence enveloped them, almost suffocating in its weight.Upon arriving home, Stanley did not get out of the car. After Iris stepped out, he simply drove away.She watched him leave without saying a word. He must be worried about Wendy's impending investi
She wasn't in the kitchen.She wasn't in the bedroom either.He pulled out his phone to call her and found that the screen was filled with transaction notifications. Because he did not want to be disturbed, he had put the phone on silent mode.He reviewed the transaction records.[XX Bank] These are the transactions made on November 29th from your account ending in 0081:15:17: Transaction of $5,03415:26: Transaction of $9,88915:45: Transaction of $5,00016:00: Transaction of $13,80016:12: Transaction of $11,000...The long list of transactions made him frown. He tried calling Iris, but there was no answer, intensifying his frustration. It wasn't the money that annoyed him; rather, her absence left him feeling empty. He tugged at his collar irritably. It felt suffocating despite not being tight.He decided to distract himself with work and headed to the study.When he entered the study, he immediately spotted the divorce agreement on the desk along with Iris' wedding rin
Iris nodded and said, "That's me."The courier replied, "I have a delivery for you." He handed her the receipt. "Please sign here."After signing, she returned the receipt and received a document envelope from him. She thanked him and closed the door.Opening the envelope, she found the divorce agreement she had drafted inside, now bearing Stanley's signature. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. Setting the envelope aside, she opened her laptop.The signed agreement confirmed his consent to the property division.Property division required specific procedures, including documentation like her ID. She made copies, provided her bank card information, opened a fund account, and drafted a power of attorney, stating that due to personal reasons, she could not handle the divorce proceedings herself, so she entrusted Stanley Stein to act as her divorce lawyer to handle the proceedings on her behalf.After organizing the required documents, she packed everything back into the envelope a
Professor Aston had also reached retirement age, but he had benefited from Stanley's success."I've let Professor Sandler down," Iris said, turning to look out the window. Professor Sandler had invested so much in her, even giving her more attention than his own granddaughter, Yvonne. Yet, she had repaid his faith with disappointment, ultimately leading to his humiliation and early retirement. And it was all because she was blinded by love.Tears brimmed in her eyes."Oh, don't blame yourself. That stubborn old man and Professor Aston have always been at odds. It's been so long, so stop dwelling on it," Yvonne comforted, feeling flustered at Iris' tears.To lighten the mood, she said with a chuckle, "Besides, if we're talking about making him angry, you can't even compare to me. He wanted to groom me as his successor, but I ended up in finance. He was so upset he didn't eat for three days!"Professor Sandler had been trying to nurture Yvonne since she was young but she honestly had no
Iris hurriedly said, "Hi. I'm Professor Sandler's student."There was a brief silence on the other end. "I'm busy right now."Iris cautiously replied, "That's okay. I can meet whenever it's convenient for you.""After six o'clock. Where would you like to meet?""Up to you; I'm fine with anywhere.""After six o'clock, come to the law firm, Golden Path Law.""Okay."Click. The call ended. Iris blinked a few times. 'This guy is pretty cold,' she thought.It was still morning. With the meeting scheduled for after six, she had the entire day ahead of her. She called Yvonne to see if she could meet to discuss the investment, but Yvonne was busy and unable to meet that day. They had no choice but to schedule for another day.Iris decided to find a temporary place to live in until the apartment renovation was complete. The renovation would take three months, and staying in a hotel long-term wasn't practical.She spent the day searching online for apartment listings but couldn't fin
"What little follower?" Professor Sandler asked with curiosity.Iris adjusted the blanket around him. "An intern at the firm that I'm mentoring.""Oh," Professor Sandler remarked. He believed Iris wouldn't fool around with men. He glared at his granddaughter and said, "Iris isn't like you."Yvonne playfully pounced onto the bed, wrapping her arms around him. "Grandpa, am I your granddaughter or is Iris your granddaughter? Your favoritism is ridiculous!"Professor Sandler tapped Yvonne's forehead lightly. "If I hadn't spoiled you, would you have been living such a carefree life, huh?"Yvonne acknowledged the truth in his words. She knew her grandfather had been lenient with her.Holding onto her grandfather, she said, "Then you must keep loving me and spoiling me and stay by my side forever."A hint of melancholy crossed Professor Sandler's face, accentuated by the wrinkles that time had etched. "What nonsense are you saying? I'll have to go sooner or later...""Don't say that,"
They were all scared.Iris gently tapped Yvonne. "Let Prof rest. He just came out of surgery.""You all can go," Professor Sandler insisted, waving away his children. "I'll be fine with Yvonne and Iris here."He knew his children were busy, so he was reluctant to inconvenience them even though he was ill. He had always been stubborn."What are you saying? Those two wouldn't know how to care for you! I'll stay," Luka said firmly.Professor Sandler's daughter also refused to leave.Despite their protests, Professor Sandler's insistence prevailed. Yvonne and Iris remained, while the others left.As the two stayed by his side, Professor Sandler fell asleep.The next morning, while Yvonne was asleep leaning on the bed, Iris stepped out to buy food.Upon her return, Yvonne was still asleep, but Professor Sandler was awake. His complexion had improved since yesterday, but he was still weak. Iris moved to support him."Are you hungry?" she asked softly.Professor Sandler shook his
The unreserved praise from Luka left Iris feeling embarrassed. She modestly replied, "I got lucky.""Your character and hard work have earned you a good reputation in the industry," he said, patting her shoulder. "Keep up the good work, and if you need anything, just let me know.""Thank you, Uncle Luka," Iris replied, genuinely grateful."I'm so happy to see your accomplishments," he continued, then glanced at his daughter. "If only Yvonne is like you...""Dad, stop. Don't drag me into this," Yvonne interjected, shrinking away. She hated it when her family compared her to other people. She knew she was the black sheep of the family who didn't inherit the family career, but there was no need to keep repeating it. She had grown tired of hearing about it.Although her job in the financial industry had nothing to do with the legal field, she was doing well. Why must he belittle her?Her father's sigh echoed disappointment. "I've been too lenient with you; look how spoiled you are."
Cassie smiled upon hearing that. "I'll tidy up your room for you."She walked away with light steps, every cell in her body leaping with joy, indicating her good mood.Dennis watched his wife with love and indulgence in his eyes. "Look how happy she is."Iris noticed the affection in her father's eyes. She was deeply moved by his love for her mother.In the old days, there were a lot of men who couldn't accept not having a son, so her father's equal regard for daughters was refreshing. It showed how much he loved his wife."My career is on the rise now. In a couple of years, once my career stabilizes, I'll take on fewer cases, and I'll have more time to spend with you," Iris said."Okay," Dennis replied.Iris spent the evening watching TV and chatting with her parents. She listened to Cassie gossip about their relatives.Cassie and Dennis usually went to bed early, but they stayed up late that day because Iris was there. The three of them conversed and enjoyed each other's comp
Cassie failed to understand her husband's intentions and remarked, "It's not easy for our daughter to earn money. Do we really need to go on vacation? Since when are you so extravagant?""I..."Before Dennis could explain, Iris set down her cutlery and addressed her mother earnestly. "Mom, I'm happy to spend money on you. Your happiness is what matters to me. If I earn money but don't use it, what's the point? Since Dad wants to go, you should go with him. You both have worked hard all your lives; it's time to enjoy yourselves. Don't worry about money; I'm doing well."She retrieved a bank card from her bag. "There's $150,000 in here."Cassie's eyes widened. "So much?"Iris continued, "I'm an official lawyer now and can earn commissions from cases. You both should spend some money and enjoy yourselves. Don't hold back."Cassie took the card, but didn't put it in her pocket. Despite her love for money, Cassie was reluctant to spend the money that her daughter earned. She returned
Iris chuckled upon hearing that. "Why do you sound like a clingy girlfriend?""Just think of me as your clingy girlfriend then," he replied with a grin.Iris looked at the time."What's the matter? Do you have a date?" Brad asked.She shook her head. "I have an appointment with a witness.""Do you want to go there directly or do you want to go to the law firm first?" he asked.Iris decided they should stop by the law firm first to pick up some stuff. Brad nodded, and they headed to the firm before meeting the witness.The case Iris was handling was complex and couldn't be resolved quickly; it involved multiple parties and factors. Iris was also juggling another case simultaneously. A month later, one case was resolved while another entered its final critical stage, keeping her extremely busy.During this time, Cassie had called her, telling Iris she missed her and asking Iris to visit, but Iris simply didn't have the time. This hectic pace continued for another two months.Sum
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