As a man, Wendel had never been able to refuse the obedient and submissive Iris.
But today, this woman who had been by his side since childhood, who had never once defied him, suddenly felt unfamiliar.
For the first time, he began to reflect—perhaps, just perhaps, not everything that happened today was Iris’ fault.
"Wendel..."
Esther tugged at Wendel’s sleeve, her voice soft and pitiful. "Maybe we should just leave it at that for today. If Iris is really upset, that wouldn’t be good..."
Iris almost laughed out loud.
Esther probably never imagined that one day, her pitiful act would stop working.
In her past life, the moment Esther shed a tear, Iris would have been so guilt-ridden that she would have dropped to her knees to apologize.
On the other hand, the moment Wendel heard those words, it was as if he had been injected with adrenaline.
His expression turned serious, and he spoke with righteous indignation.
"Even if Esther misunderstood you, your words were too harsh! Esther is sensitive—she’ll be upset for days because of this. You need to apologize! Besides, she’s younger than you. It’s only natural for you to give in to her."
A wave of bitterness surged in Iris’ heart.