Chapter 27

Flustered, Iris retorted, "You watch your mouth!" She knew about her mother's messy private life—but to think that her mother also survived the horror every woman dreaded! Sheila had more to say, but Charles struck the floor with his cane loudly, silencing her! "Go on. Talk," he growled. At the same time, Iris looked tearfully towards Ida and asked with a shaky voice, "Aunt Ida? Was my mommy really…?" Ida took her hands and said, "She was very kind." Despair seized Iris right then. Even her aunt knew that she was an abominable baby born from a nonconsensual affair. She turned and ran out of the manor. "Follow her, Tom." Charles turned toward Thomas worriedly. "Keep her safe." - Iris had no idea how long she had been running until a black car intercepted her. The car window was lowered, and she saw Thomas within. Her eyes welled up with tears of despair as she sobbed, "My mother… was with your father?" Thomas lit a cigarette as he stared at her savagely, sneering. Iris w