Iris Harris arrived at the coffee shop and saw Viola Harris sitting by the window.
Today, she was wearing a white long dress, her black hair smoothly draped over her shoulders. Her exquisite and bright appearance drew the attention of passersby.
Seeing her coming, Viola Harris smiled and nodded at her, "What would you like to drink, sister?"
Iris Harris glanced at her calmly, sat opposite her, picked up the glass of plain water on the table, took a sip, and asked coldly, "Is there something you need?"
"Sister is as indifferent as ever." Viola Harris laughed softly, then said, "Recently, Brandan talked to me about something. I wanted to come and ask you if it's true."
Iris Harris raised her head to look at her and said calmly, "Is it about my marriage to Brandan?"
"..." Viola Harris's smile stiffened for a moment, then she said, "You must be joking, sister. You're not that kind of person..."
"What kind of person I am is not for you to define."
Viola Harris's smiling face faltered slightly, "What do you mean, sister?"
"Viola," Iris Harris looked at her calmly, "it's been five years. You should give him back to me."
Upon hearing this, Viola Harris slightly clenched her fingers, her eyes gradually becoming cold, and the sweet smile on her face became somewhat sharp.
She looked at the woman in front of her, with her gaunt face and slightly pale skin. Iris Harris indeed wasn't ugly; she might even be called a beauty, but how could she compare to her own vibrant beauty?
"Sister, look at what you're saying," Viola Harris steadied herself and took a light sip of coffee, smiling at her, "Brandan likes me; what's there to give back?"
Iris Harris looked at her in silence, saying nothing.
Her silence made Viola Harris even more pleased with herself.
"Sister, even if you saved Brandan five years ago, he still wouldn't like you."
"The one he likes is me."
"How do you expect me to give him back to you?"
After saying this, Viola Harris gave her a slightly triumphant look.
Iris Harris couldn't believe that someone in this world could speak such shameless things so openly.
Five years ago, she saved Brandan Hyde, stayed in the hospital for two months, and when she was discharged from her severe injuries, she saw Viola Harris with Brandan Hyde, taking all the credit.
Her medical report was tampered with by Viola Harris, changed to her name.
And so, under the guise of being Brandan Hyde's savior, Viola Harris was openly with Brandan Hyde...
And now, she still had the audacity to sit in front of her and discuss the matter with such a smug voice.
Iris Harris took a deep breath, then calmly drank a sip of water and said lightly, "If you were really as calm as you say, you wouldn't have come to see me today."
"What?" Viola Harris was taken aback.
"Viola, you're scared too, right?" Iris Harris slightly raised her head and glanced at Viola Harris, "Can your relationship with him overcome life and death? Only I can save him, Viola. Blame your bone marrow for not matching his."
Viola Harris's eyes widened slightly, her face turning somewhat pale.
Yes, she was scared. Iris Harris had hit the mark!
Brandan Hyde had leukemia, and after many bone marrow matches, none were successful, including hers!
But it was Iris Harris, this damn Iris Harris, who matched with Brandan Hyde's bone marrow!