"But I feel," Iris Harris stood up from the sofa, raised her head, and looked at him, "living with you is worse than dying."
She walked towards the door.
Henry Ford chuckled softly, watching her leave, until her figure disappeared at the doorway, the smile at the corner of his lips gradually turned cold.
He had never failed to get what he wanted.
She would eventually come to find him.
*
"How did it go?"
Coco Lester asked her as she got into the car.
Iris Harris lowered her eyes, looking a little tired.
She shook her head and said softly, "Although he said he could give it to me, he made a request that I find hard to accept. Thinking about it, it's actually as if he didn't agree."
"What does he want?"
"He wants me to stay in prison with him forever."
"..."
Coco Lester was stunned.
A bitter smile appeared on Iris Harris's face.
With one hand supporting her brow, she sighed softly.
So tired.
So exhausted.
