When Brandan heard her voice, he hurriedly stood up from the bed. Iris Harris's gaze caught the bright red scratch marks on his chest, her eyes trembled violently for a moment, and then she looked away.
"Put on your clothes first," her voice was somewhat unsteady, "I'll listen to your explanation."
Emily Dormer staggered up from the floor. She steadied her mind, suppressing the urge to rush forward and kill someone, turned around, and walked out the door.
"Iris," Brandan grabbed her wrist, his voice was also filled with panic, "Listen to me, it's not what you think!"
"Brandan, put on your clothes first." Iris, with her back to him, did not dare to look at him, her voice trembling uncontrollably, and her whole being was cold, "I said I would listen to your explanation, just put on your clothes first."
Brandan watched her back, gritted his teeth, released her hand, then quickly turned around and threw on a robe before reopening the door and walking out.
