"Eat something first." Iris Harris handed him two buns and tore open the soy milk packaging, inserting a straw.
Brandan Hyde's fingers were very cold; he looked at the two buns in his palm and called out softly, "Iris."
"I don't blame you." Iris Harris ate the fried dough sticks, staring ahead, "It's your father's fault."
Brandan Hyde fell silent, and the two sat in the driver's seat, gloomily starting to deal with breakfast.
"Yesterday afternoon, your dad asked me to go to the company to fetch some documents for him," Iris Harris said softly after finishing her meal, "On the way back, I accidentally rear-ended someone, and the driver's wife bugged me all night, so I couldn't make it back."
Brandan Hyde had no appetite; he squeezed the soy milk in his hand, speaking slowly, "I took the medicine Emily Dormer gave me; she said it was cold medicine from my dad." He paused and involuntarily closed his eyes, "The person I saw last night was indeed you."
