There was a relaxed smile on her face.
Nathan Nelson looked at her back, gently pursing his lips.
The hand that Iris Harris had placed on his shoulder just now, was so cold...
He felt a slight premonition of unease deep down.
What worried him was that his intuition had always been accurate.
*
After dinner.
Iris Harris went into the study.
In the dining room, Nathan Nelson and Melody Nelson were still sitting there.
Both of them seemed deeply preoccupied.
Melody put down her chopsticks, "Nathan, I have something to tell you."
Nathan glanced at her and nodded, "By chance, I also have something I want to discuss with you."
Melody bit her lip, a trace of hesitation flashing across her delicate face, "Nathan, don't you feel that our sister is hiding something from us?"
Nathan's eyes flickered, "You think so too?"
