The car belonging to William Moore has not yet returned.
"Miss Harris, it's time to rest."
Eddison dutifully came over and said to her.
Iris Harris forced a bitter smile, "At a time like this, how can I sleep?"
William Moore is the person she least wants to burden, and watching him get entangled in her and Brandan Hyde's complications, she feels extremely pained.
He treats her well without expecting anything in return, but how can she repay him?
She would only bring him disaster.
"No matter what, let's go upstairs," Eddison looked at her slightly pale face, filled with helplessness and repressed pain, "It's too cold here. I'll inform you when the young master returns."
Iris Harris was wearing thin clothes, and with the door wide open, the night air was especially chilly; Eddison was worried she might catch a cold.
Iris lowered her eyes, nodded, and stood up from the sofa, "Then let's go upstairs."
