When Iris Harris heard the footsteps, she lifted her head like a startled bird, and upon seeing it was Henry Ford, her tear-streaked face instantly filled with fear.
She immediately stood up from the bedside, clenching her fingers, "What are you doing here?!"
In her voice, pretending to be cold, was an unmistakable undercurrent of terror.
Recalling what he did to her downstairs and the words he said, her feelings towards this man had long shifted from admiration to disgust. Looking at the same graceful facade, Iris wished she could leave and escape through the door.
"Sophia said you were crying," Henry's gaze fell on the milk placed not far away, "I came to check." Pausing, he smiled and asked, "Don't like hot milk? I personally asked Sophia to prepare it for you, why didn't you drink it?"
Iris resisted the urge to splash the milk on his detestable smile. She couldn't fathom how, after revealing his true nature, he could still speak to her with such a gentle demeanor.
