"Sister, wait a moment, don't argue with her in front of mom." Nathan Nelson stopped, his hands pressing firmly on Melody Nelson's shoulders, looking at her very seriously, "You need to get along with her, and try not to make her dislike you, got it?"
"Huh, huh?" Melody widened her big, watery eyes in disbelief, staring at her little brother's face, "Are you kidding me? I barely have time to hate her, and you want me to talk to her nicely? Nathan, don't tell me you've also been seduced by that vixen!"
Nathan pressed harder on Melody's shoulders, his handsome face full of serious expression: "Just listen to me, sister. I'm your brother; I won't harm you. You know mom has always felt guilty towards her, and the man she loved most in this life is also her deceased husband. Iris Harris is their child, and she looks a lot like her father. Who do you think mom is most fond of among the three of us? Who does she like the most?"
