Brandan looked at his mother's expression and gently furrowed his brow.
What was she trying to ask him just now?
However, Lady Hyde's current condition made him hesitant to ask more.
The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, Iris Harris was still in a coma, and this time vomiting blood seemed to have made her even more frail. Lying on the hospital bed, one could hardly feel her breathing.
When Brandan walked in, he saw Lady Hyde sitting by the bed, holding Iris's hand. In the sunlight, her eyes were full of tears. Her tears fell drop by drop, wetting the back of her hand.
Her sorrow was so evident that Brandan almost didn't dare to make a sound.
Within her grief, there was an undercurrent of guilt.
He knew his mother had liked Iris since she was young and had always wanted to match them together, but what did any of this have to do with her?
No matter how many mistakes were made, they couldn't be blamed on her...
