Love Command: Darling, Do You Yield?-Chapter 182 - 183: Iris Harris, I Like You

Lady Hyde handled everything before taking the driver’s car home.

As soon as she arrived, she saw Brandan slowly coming down from upstairs.

Seeing her, he called out to her, "Mom."

"Where’s Iris?"

"Upstairs."

"..."

Lady Hyde hesitated, looking at Brandan, whose expression was calm and gave nothing away. But inside, she felt incredibly flustered; ever since Iris Harris fell ill, her heart has never found peace.

"Brandan..." Lady Hyde called out in distress, "What are you hiding from me? Why now, do you refuse to tell your mother anything?"

Brandan poured a glass of cold water from the fridge. Upon hearing Lady Hyde’s words, his hand paused slightly, before he turned to see his mother’s somewhat sorrowful gaze, and then lifted the glass to take a sip.

"Have they really found a matching bone marrow for Iris?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Brandan put down the cup and walked over to gently pat Lady Hyde’s shoulder. His mother had lost quite a bit of weight during this period; perhaps, over the many years, she had never exerted herself so much.

It was all because of him.

"They’ve found it," Brandan said softly, "Don’t worry. She’ll get better soon. Then, everything will return to how it used to be, just like... the past."

Only there won’t be Iris Harris anymore.

The mistakes of the past decade were about to be corrected; he would finally get his wish, and the person he had cursed for ten years was finally about to leave completely.

And she would finally meet the person she’s waited ten years for.

This could be considered... a happy ending for everyone.

Brandan’s eyes grew increasingly calm, dark like an ancient well without ripples, while Lady Hyde watched him, feeling more and more unsettled.

"Brandan, can your mother trust you?" She clutched her son’s hand tightly, "You won’t do anything foolish, will you? You won’t leave your mother alone, right?"

Brandan let out a sudden laugh, lifting his hand to gently stroke his mother’s cheek, "Mom, what are you thinking? I’ll stay with you... just like before."

Everything will eventually return to peace.

Only this time, he would truly be left alone.

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When Brandan went upstairs, Iris Harris was already asleep.

The lights were off, and moonlight flowed in like milk; he stood at the doorway, gazing at Iris’s half-face in profile as she lay on her side.

Sleeping, her expression relaxed, making her look like just a young child.

Brandan softened his steps, slowly walked over, and stood before her.

His gaze fell on her sleeping face, carrying a subdued sadness.

This time, he had to personally send her off.

Perhaps they would never meet again in this life.

She would surely be better off away from him, right?

That person was always better to her than he was; otherwise, she wouldn’t have held onto thoughts of him for ten years.

Only...

Brandan bent down slightly, reaching out to gently hold the hand she had placed by her side.

"I like you."

In the silent space, a voice softly emerged.

"I like you, Iris Harris."

Feelings that would never be conveyed.

Even if he said it a thousand times, ten thousand times, the true heart could never be sensed.

But it was true.

"I like you."

...

After the gentle sound of the door closing, the person with closed eyes slowly opened them.

Iris Harris gently lifted her hand, the one Brandan had just held, and covered it with her other hand, her fingertips vaguely sensing a slight dampness.

Iris Harris raised her eyes to look at the liquid on her fingertips.

Transparent, it looked so bitter under the moonlight.

Had he cried?