"...I was just discharged from the hospital today."
He said behind her.
"..." Iris Harris bit her lip and didn't say anything.
"You didn't even come to see me—" He seemed a little aggrieved, "I couldn't eat for days, and you wouldn't come see me—"
"...Aren't you fine now?" Iris said, "I'm not a doctor, seeing you won't make you better."
"If you come see me, I will be better."
Brandan Hyde said wistfully.
What kind of absurd logic is that?
She's not some magic pill; how would seeing him make him better?
Iris Harris felt uncomfortable being held by him and couldn't help but struggle a bit. "Let me go. I need to go back."
She knew there was something strange about this little gift; it was Brandan Hyde's doing after all.
"I saw you buying a diamond ring downstairs." Brandan lowered his voice, "Are you really going to marry him?"
"That's my business," Iris's voice turned cold, "It has nothing to do with you."
