The twists of fate in this world are like a malicious joke played by the gods, exposing this secret in the ugliest way possible.
You can't blame Iris Harris for being foolish, because even she kept it from her.
How could that child, who trusted her so much, ever believe that she would conceal such a huge secret?
Lady Hyde spoke intermittently, her sobs choking her words until she could speak no more.
No amount of regret, no amount of apologies, could undo anything now.
At this point, even she didn't know how it would all end in the future.
Iris Harris was gravely ill, so close to death's door. She had wanted countless times to confess this secret to her. But now, how could she say it?
She was truly afraid, afraid that once she spoke, Iris Harris would die.
How could she tell her that the person she waited ten years for was no longer in this world?
She couldn't say it.
She absolutely couldn't say it.
