Mr. Bell raised his hand, wiped his tears, and said softly, "Our Miss Harris isn't that kind of person. She's spoiled, but she never does things that harm lives. I don't know what happened this time..."
Iris Harris nodded, "I understand."
Melody's naive mindset and deep love for John Foster led her to fall right into his trap, just from a casual provocation.
But who would guard against the man they love dearly?
She lowered her eyes slightly and sighed gently.
Nathan Nelson came downstairs. When he saw Iris Harris, he stubbornly bit his lip, but his eyes were red and swollen, giving him a pitiful look.
He's awkward by nature, and Iris Harris knew it, so she didn't force him to say thank you.
She glanced at the time; it was already half-past five in the afternoon, not realizing the day had just passed like this.
"I'm heading back," Iris Harris said to Nathan Nelson, "If anything happens with Melody tonight, just call me."
