"I was discharged early just to tell you this news."
Henry Ford looked at her trembling lips and smiled even more gently: "I heard that before she died, she kept murmuring your name. It's really pitiful that she couldn't see the person she wanted to see the most before she died."
Iris Harris stared at him blankly, her mind went blank, even though she had mentally prepared herself that Giselle Lester might leave this week, she hadn't expected that she would actually...
Actually miss seeing her mother for the last time.
When she was on her deathbed, Iris was confined in this room, unable even to see her once...
Henry Ford narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the tears stream from Iris Harris's eyes. The gentle smile on his lips grew more cruel at this moment. Seeing Iris crying, he felt somewhat elated.
