An Ill-Fated Love Affair (17)

When Iris took a step away from the limp man, she heard hurried footsteps coming down the stairs. She tensed, expecting the guards, but it sounded like only one person.

The next second, her aunt rushed in. There was panic on her face along with worry, but they were soon replaced by shock. "What are you—" Her gaze then moved from Iris to the three men on the floor. "What did you do?" she shouted out.

Aunt Maddie then rushed past Iris to Chris' side. Her lips tightened into a line when she saw the blood. Falling on her knees by his body, she gently touched his cheek, brushed the light bruise on his temple.

"What did you do to him?" she demanded then, leveling her cold, bespectacled gaze at Iris. It was full of fury and horror. "How could you do something like that?"

"I didn't do anything," Iris said in a flippant manner. She walked to where she had dropped her lab coat and put it back on, covering herself up.