"Nathan, I won't let the Lester family go bankrupt." Iris Harris looked at him, "No matter how you see me, all of you are mom's children..." She paused, "You are all my family."
The last two words, when spoken from her lips, carried an indefinable gentleness.
Nathan Nelson looked at the woman's face before him, his eyes inexplicably sore. He bit his lip, turned his head, and spoke with an unsteady voice: "What family? Where were you when mommy died? Where were you when the company was about to go bankrupt? All of you are just here to take advantage of us, trying to seize our company's assets..."
Always a pampered youth, he had seen the harsh realities of the world and the coldness of human nature within this short month.
Relatives eyed their assets greedily, piece by piece was taken away, yet he didn't even have the ability to protect his sister.
Such unrest and fear were indescribable.
Now someone has come forward and told him she won't let the Lester family go bankrupt.
