Henry Ford smiled gently, "You've worked hard, Fang Ying."
The Guard Commander, called Fang Ying, was stunned by the favor and excitedly replied, "Not at all! It is Fang Ying's honor to personally meet The Pope!"
Henry Ford nodded, holding Iris Harris's hand, and walked into the church.
Inside, through the elaborately decorated hall, there was a huge manor: a white, vintage European-style villa nestled in the green embrace of lawns and pine trees. The forest was still cold, the trees had not yet budded, and under the sunlight, the villa appeared somewhat solemn.
Hand in hand, Iris Harris walked across the lawn with Henry Ford, marveling at the giant fountain. Constructed with the power of an entire nation, the architecture was magnificent and imposing, filled with a luxurious texture yet carrying a dignified and solemn presence.
"Sophia, take Iris upstairs to rest."
Henry Ford turned to Sophia Sutton behind him.
"Yes."
