Love Command: Darling, Do You Yield?-Chapter 152 - 153: I Really Regret Meeting You

Brandan Hyde sat next to her, his face covered in tears.

It turns out that there was a time, unknown to him, when she had given him a chance.

That night was her final deadline for him.

But what could that change?

He couldn’t foresee those events.

He didn’t make it in time to save her.

She originally wouldn’t have fallen ill, she wasn’t supposed to be like this, she was still so young, she shouldn’t have to endure any of this.

It was he who personally turned her into this.

He couldn’t imagine those twelve pitch-black hours, how Iris Harris endured them, from hope of survival to complete disillusionment, he dared not imagine.

In this world, there’s simply no such thing as empathy—what he could imagine as the greatest fear might not even amount to a fraction of what she felt that day.

He didn’t know how to seek her forgiveness, nor even how to face her again.

If it were anyone else, by now they would have long been overwhelmed by shame and left far, far away.

But he couldn’t do that; he couldn’t just watch her perish, even if...

Even if she would never forgive him for the rest of her life.

He still hoped she could live on.

"Iris," he said hoarsely, "I beg you, let me save you..."

Iris slowly looked at him and shook her head gently: "Brandan, you once could decide my life or death, but now you can’t—you no longer have the right."

She stood up from the bench, her body appearing particularly fragile in the sunlight.

"Give me back my passport," she looked at him, "I want to go abroad."

Brandan made no move.

Iris lowered her eyes, a deep weariness in her gaze: "I’m telling you this not because I want you to feel guilty or anything—I’m just letting you know that you no longer have the right to do anything for me. When you chose to exchange me for Viola, when you watched those people take me away without lifting a finger, you lost any and all rights."

"I don’t need your guilt because I will never be able to forgive you." She closed her eyes, laughed softly, "Honestly, I truly regret ever meeting you."

Even if the warmth he gave was real, the coldness he bestowed over these ten years was all the more searing.

Brandan saying she hates him, perhaps it’s true...

Such intense emotions, if not hate, what else could they be?

"I wish I had never met you." She raised her hand to gently wipe the corner of her eye, "Brandan Hyde, if not for you, I wouldn’t have become like this."

Tears wiped away by her fingertips, sadness slowly welled up from her heart; memories that were once so warm, now only tools for hurting herself.

If she hadn’t met him, her life would have been just so; but meeting him, he was still Brandan Hyde, while she had to die prematurely.

This love, perhaps it was unfair from the start.

Brandan clenched his fingers tightly; he needed to restrain his emotions to calmly sit here.

Every word from Iris was like a sharp blade slicing through his heart, making him feel like she was killing him.

But how painful could he feel?

Perhaps not even a thousandth of what Iris once felt.

The harm he once inflicted was finally being returned in full by Iris; had she once been equally in pain?

Painful enough to wish for death.