She felt somewhat at a loss.
Iris Harris put down the bread, hesitated for a moment, and softly said, "I'm going to the hospital later."
"..."
"Can you come with me?"
"..."
"..." She felt embarrassed in this chilly silence. Steadying her voice, she softly asked, "Are you planning to face me with that look forever?"
Brandan Hyde looked up at her: "What expression do you want me to use to face you?"
"..."
"You're just relying on my pampering." Brandan sneered, "Iris Harris, go on, keep it up. You think I have a lot of patience for you, don't you?"
"….Me, keep it up?" Iris laughed weakly, "What have I done? I just want to stay in Lincoln to rebuild my mother's company, and that's keeping it up? What are you, then? Just because you disagree, I can't even have my mom's company? Why, Brandan Hyde? I want to do something for my family, why does it need your approval?"
Brandan's body tensed up, his eyes grew gloomy, "Your matters... I can't manage them anymore?"
