Love Command: Darling, Do You Yield?-Chapter 61 - 62: Are You Really Married to My Sister?

Iris Harris took the water and sat dazedly on the sofa. Lady Hyde came over and sat next to her.

She looked at Iris Harris’s pale profile and sighed softly.

"Iris..." she asked with some sadness, "why must Brandan marry you? How can someone like him endure being forced by you... Aren’t you making him dislike you even more by doing this?" freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"..."

Iris Harris kept her head down and didn’t make a sound.

Lady Hyde sighed, "Why don’t you wait? He will fall in love with you..."

Iris Harris slowly raised her head, her gaze resting on a certain point in the air, appearing somewhat vacant.

"I can’t wait any longer."

She spoke softly, "Auntie, I’m really tired... I can’t wait any longer..."

It’s been ten years already.

A whole ten years...

She was so scared, afraid she really wouldn’t be able to wait any longer.

Afraid she would give up halfway, breaking her promise with Brandan Hyde.

She could only let Brandan Hyde marry her, giving her the assurance to keep waiting forever.

She feared without this assurance, one day in the future, she wouldn’t have the courage to fulfill that promise with Brandan Hyde.

She didn’t want this.

She didn’t want to disappoint Brandan Hyde, who would risk his life for her.

Lady Hyde, hearing this, looked up at her. She seemed like she wanted to say something, deep sorrow in her eyes. She reached out and embraced Iris Harris without saying anything more, just letting out a heavy sigh.

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Three days later, Viola Harris woke up.

Brandan Hyde got the news and immediately rushed over from the company.

When Iris Harris brought over some tonic soup, she saw Brandan Hyde sitting by Viola Harris’s bedside, the two of them speaking softly.

"Brandan... am I really ugly now?"

"No."

"Did you really marry my sister?"

"..."

"What about me then?" Viola Harris asked softly, "I only have you."

"Viola..."

"You wouldn’t abandon me, would you?" Viola Harris’s voice was tinged with sadness, "You’ll divorce her, right? I know it’s not your fault. It’s all her fault... How could she be so bad, forcing you to do something you don’t want to do."

Brandan Hyde said nothing, only gently stroking her hair. From Iris Harris’s angle, she could see his expression was very gentle.

He was inside, so she naturally didn’t dare go in. Iris Harris took a deep breath, not daring to listen to their conversation any longer, nor did she dare to look at Brandan Hyde, quietly retreating.

She walked to the corner, planning to wait until Brandan Hyde left before asking a nurse to bring the tonic soup she had brought to Viola Harris.

After waiting about ten minutes, she heard footsteps approaching. Iris Harris looked up to see Brandan Hyde’s cold expression.

She became flustered, nervously holding the thermos bottle, "Brandan..."

"What are you doing here?"

Brandan Hyde looked at her, his voice deeply impatient, his brows furrowed.

"I... brought some food for Viola."

Brandan Hyde glanced at the thermos bottle in her hand, then suddenly let out a cold laugh, stepped forward, snatched the thermos bottle from her hand, and threw it into the trash can.

Iris Harris watched his actions, her lips moved slightly, then she heard Brandan Hyde turn to look at her, coldly asking, "Haven’t you made her suffer enough? How do you still have the face to show up in front of her?"