But her heart hurt so much, so sorrowful, the past had truly passed, and her most beautiful youthful days could finally be declared over.
She had waited for his words, waited for far too long.
In the quiet hospital room, only the soft sobbing of the woman echoed.
When her emotions slightly stabilized, Iris Harris lifted her head, her bright eyes staring at him.
"Take care of your injuries," she said softly, "Elaine and Isabella are very worried about you, they've been looking after you these days. I..."
"Will you stay with me?"
Iris was slightly stunned, her expression a bit hesitant, "I..."
"Are you still with him?"
Iris's gaze flickered, and she didn't know how to reply to James Mason for a moment.
James gently held her hand and asked softly, "Can't you stay for me?"
"..." Iris fell silent, withdrawing her hand wordlessly from his palm. She felt suppressed, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
"Are you still blaming me," James looked at her, "or... do you like him?"
