Brandan Hyde raised his hand and threw that stack of documents into the trash can.
Iris Harris turned her head, watching his actions. The next second, her wrist was grasped by Brandan Hyde and pressed against the wall.
"Iris Harris, what exactly are you fussing about?"
His tone was practically through gritted teeth.
"Isn't it enough? Do you want me dead before you're satisfied? Didn't you say you loved me? Then, what is this now? Is your love for me so shallow?"
"..." Iris Harris listened to his words, her eyes, like autumn waters, quietly gazing at his face, "Brandan... do you know how much I love you? If you had wanted me to die back then, I would have done so without a word. But you can't treat me as if I'm not human... It's been ten years, and I can't take it anymore." She raised her hand, grasped his fingers, and pressed them against her abdomen, "The baby is gone, Brandan, our baby is already dead."
Tears slowly welled up in her eyes.
