"If I can't win, there's still my dad, your dad, and your third dad! Finley, next time she scolds you, go up and bite her to death!"
Iris Seys's eyes carried a hint of pride, brimming with energy and exceptionally radiant.
Finley Sutherland replied with a faint "hm".
Iris was accustomed to his indifference, grinned brightly, "From now on, I'll protect you, stand behind me, I'll fight for you!" As she spoke, Iris raised her hand, her small hand touched Finley's forehead, "Finley, get well soon, don't burn yourself silly, you're already quite dumb, what if you get even sillier!"
"... Iris Seys, if you don't know how to speak, shut up!" Finley retorted lowly.
Iris pointed at the butterfly flying in the garden, smiling, "Quick, catch one for me, I just helped you! Finley, go quickly! I want that yellow one!"
"... Wait here."
Seeing Iris's charming smile, the sick Finley quietly responded and foolishly ran to catch a butterfly.
