"Iris, what is she doing upstairs?"
Henry Ford asked indifferently, concealing the emotion in his eyes.
"When I came down just now, I saw Miss Harris browsing news about Clan Lester from recent years on her laptop," Sophia Sutton answered respectfully.
Henry Ford acknowledged with a brief "hmm" and nodded: "You can go to your duty."
After Sophia Sutton left, his previously calm brow furrowed slightly.
What will Iris Harris choose?
Inherit the Lester family?
Or reject Giselle Lester's invitation?
He leaned his body back against the sofa, his gaze steadily fixed somewhere, a hint of coldness emerged in his eyes.
A beautiful little bird, don't choose something he would be displeased to see…
He didn't wish to imprison her so soon.
...
In the blink of an eye, Iris Harris had been in Lincoln for over half a month.
Giselle Lester's illness worsened day by day.
The severe heart disease had reached a point where another surgery couldn't be endured.
