"Brandan!" Lady Hyde grabbed her son's hand, exasperated and furious, "What exactly do you want? You've injured someone like that, what more do you want? The moment I leave, you bully her, is it only when you've driven her to her death that you'll be satisfied?"
"..."
"Do you have to wait until Iris is dead before you'll let her go?" Lady Hyde couldn't help but shed tears as she spoke, "If anything had happened last night, how would you have compensated her? You're truly going to drive me to despair!"
"..." Brandan Hyde moved his lips and said softly, "Mom, she might be sick."
Lady Hyde was taken aback, "What?"
"She might be sick." Brandan lowered his head, looking at his own hand, the warmth of that drop of blood that fell on the back of his hand seemed to linger, making his whole body feel cold, "I saw her bleeding... but she wouldn't tell me what's going on."
"...Sick?" Lady Hyde looked at him nervously, "What's going on? Are you sure?"
Lady Hyde silently shook her head.
