Stella was confused. "What’s going on with those two?"
Her adoptive mother might not have understood, but Iris knew all too well. Still, she chose to say nothing.
Quickly regaining her composure, she simply sighed and shook her head.
Stella wasn’t stupid. If things played out like they had in her past life, it would take less than a month before she realized what was going on between Wendel and Esther.
Iris remembered it vividly—when Stella found out, she had actually demanded to not only give up her chance to study, but also to step aside and give up on Wendel.
Blinded by love, she had refused, even to the point of attempting suicide. Only then did Stella finally relent.
But this time, having lived another life, Iris had no intention of fighting for a place in this family. She would put on a good act for now, then disappear the moment her birth parents came for her.
That night, Wendel finally returned, bringing Esther with him.
Her eyes were still red, as if she had suffered some unspeakable grievances.
Gently, Wendel reached out to wipe away her tears, speaking in a soft voice.
"It’s late. You should get some rest."