Iris Harris's gaze fell on his fingers.
Brandan Hyde had very beautiful hands, slender and fair, as perfect as an artist's painting on canvas, but at this moment, they were trembling slightly.
Was he afraid?
But what was he afraid of?
Iris Harris fell silent.
"Iris Harris!" Brandan Hyde gripped her wrist, "We're going to the hospital right now!"
Beside them, Lady Hyde's voice trembled incessantly, "Iris, are you alright? Let's go to the hospital and take a look, let's get checked!"
Iris Harris sat on the chair, blood still seeping through her fingers. Brandan Hyde felt somewhat dizzy, though he wasn't squeamish about blood, yet his heart was pounding fast now. He didn't know why he was so afraid, afraid to the point of almost being unable to stand.
"Going won't help." Iris released her hand, looked up at him, her face covered in blood stains but her expression was very calm, "It can't be healed."
