Nathan Nelson thought this, and an indescribable disgust surfaced in his heart.
He didn't like women with promiscuous private lives, especially since this woman shared half of his bloodline.
Iris Harris listened to his sarcastic words and frowned slightly. She heard footsteps behind her, turned her head, and saw Henry Ford approaching.
She lowered her eyes, watching Henry Ford step forward to offer incense for Giselle Lester, slightly clenching her fist. Feeling a stabbing pain in her palm, she instinctively loosened her fingers.
The wound that was once overstrained had scabbed over, and every time the bandage was changed, it was done with Henry Ford's help. Just as he said, everything about her was taken care of by him.
A terrifying desire for control.
She raised her palm, looking at the crescent-shaped marks on her palm, slightly pursing her lips, Henry Ford's voice came to her ear, "Let's go."
She looked up, "Leaving so soon?"
