Iris Harris chuckled softly, her voice very calm as she said, "Aunt, a short pain is better than a long one."
Even if one day Lady Hyde learns she has died, it will just be a momentary hurt, not as painful as watching her wait to die.
Thinking about it, it's all Brandan Hyde's fault for disrupting her plans and making everything a mess.
Upon hearing, Lady Hyde raised her head and stared blankly at her.
Talking about the topic of death, Iris looked so calm.
She had even thought about going overseas after her death, considering their feelings.
Yet such calmness was unnatural.
Faced with such events, afflicted by such illness, how could she be so calm?
As if she didn't care at all, not afraid, not terrified.
For some reason, Lady Hyde's heart slowly sank; she held Iris's hand, feeling how cold her fingers were. She lowered her head to look at Iris's hand and asked softly, "Iris, aren't you afraid?"
Iris was taken aback for a moment, "Aunt, what's wrong?"
