"Mm." Iris Harris said softly, "I've just finished work, heading home now."
"Iris," William Moore paused for a moment, then said softly, "How are you feeling right now?"
"I'm okay." Iris thought for a moment, "Just a bit exhausted, maybe I've been working too long lately."
"You're coming with me to the hospital tomorrow for another checkup. Don't go to the office anymore."
"Xavier, I can't stop now..."
"No, Iris. You are at risk of losing your sight and sense of touch at any moment. No one knows when you might lose consciousness, it's very dangerous." William Moore's rare firmness left Iris momentarily speechless.
"I..." She hesitated for a long time before speaking softly, "Can I finish this project first before going to the hospital?"
"Iris," William Moore sighed, "You can't be so stubborn. Please listen to me, okay? When I'm fighting for you, you have to take care of yourself. Otherwise, it will break my heart."
