"I understand. I’ll do my best to save up the five thousand dollars," she flatly stated. "I’m tired. I’m going to rest now."
With that, she turned and walked back into her room.
However, Stella’s curses continued ringing in the air.
"Ha! Save up five thousand dollars? How much could she even earn in a month? Dreaming in broad daylight, is she?"
"I treated her so well, gave her food, gave her clothes, and this is how she repaid me? What a disgrace to this family! If I had known back then, I would’ve let her die!"
Leaning against the door, Iris took deep breaths, forcing herself to stay calm.
She wasn’t bluffing—her biological parents were wealthy. Five thousand dollars was nothing to them.
Soon, the house quieted down, and exhaustion took over. She decided to get into bed and sleep.
But then, a knock came at the door.
"Iris, I know you’re still awake. Can we talk?"
It was Wendel’s voice.
Iris walked to the door and replied flatly, "Brother, you should go rest."
Hearing her call him "brother" again, Wendel felt inexplicable discomfort.
Ever since they had agreed to get married, she had never called him that.
For some reason, an unfamiliar sense of loss crept into his heart.