"Iris, please don’t take it the wrong way," she said weakly. "I’ve been sick lately... Sometimes my body just feels cold."
Iris looked at the two of them as if they were complete idiots.
It was August—the hottest time of the year. If they were going to lie, at least put some effort into it.
As for what they had just said, she had heard every single word.
So, Wendel understood. He understood how much a woman’s dignity meant—he just didn’t care about hers.
Thankfully, none of this mattered to her anymore.
But she had no interest in arguing, so she simply curled her lips into a faint smile and replied, "Esther, if you’re sick, you should see a doctor. Wendel isn’t a physician."
Esther choked, unable to say another word.
Iris continued, "Anyway, I came to find you because Mom sent me. She said it’s getting late and told you two to go home and sleep."
With that, she turned and walked away.
Esther was so furious that she stomped her foot, pointing after Iris’ retreating figure.
"Brother, look at her attitude! She’s always either giving me that sarcastic tone or ignoring me completely. How can anyone stand it?"