Iris Harris's eyes suddenly deepened.
Her complexion turned slightly pale, all color drained away, and in the quiet hall, she became silent like a statue.
After a long while, she finally reached out to delete those photos, then turned around to look outside the door.
Fireworks flashed in her eyes, and there seemed to be shadows of tears floating within her clear gaze.
After a long while, she turned back around, holding her phone as she entered the bedroom.
She went forward to close the window and pull the curtains, then sat quietly on the sofa to make a phone call to the person on the other end of the number.
"Hello?"
A slightly weak female voice came through the receiver, and Iris Harris leaned back, resting against the sofa, and spoke with a calm tone: "Miss Dormer, it's me."
"Sister Iris," Emily Dormer said, "I knew it was you as soon as I saw your number. Did you see the photos?"
"Is that child really Brandan's?"
