The video was blurry.
Because it was filmed during the intense driving of a car, the image quality was not even good.
Only a small side profile of the woman sitting in the passenger seat could be seen.
Yet that was enough…
William Moore slowly sat up, his handsome face devoid of any expression, only those light-colored eyes rapidly flickering with countless emotions—surprise, joy, confusion, and that heavy longing and admiration…
"Iris..."
His murmuring voice filled the quiet study, carrying a slight tremble, "Is that you…"
Slowly reaching out his hand, his long, jade-like fingertips touched a corner of the screen, as if through the video, he was touching the warm cheek of the woman who had vanished three years ago.
For the past three years, he had been filled with regret.
Regretting leaving Iris Harris by Brandan Hyde's side and going abroad alone to search for Douglas Scott.
