There seemed to be a fleeting glimmer in his deep eyes, hiding some kind of emotion. After a moment, he smiled slightly, "That really is, quite a coincidence."
After pausing for a moment, he calmly said, "Do you know? Your father used to like eating these too. The two of you... not only look alike but also share the same preferences for food."
When he said these words, his voice was light and slow, as if reminiscing about something. That gentle, tender voice made Iris Harris feel a strange sensation in her heart.
She looked up at Henry Ford, who was also looking at her, his profound eyes seemingly seeing through her to another person.
She remembered Sophia Sutton saying that at Edward Foster's funeral, Henry Ford didn't attend due to overwhelming grief he couldn't bear.
As a student and teacher, their relationship must have been great, right?
"What kind of person was my father?"
Iris asked softly.
