She saw the third brother.

Cynthia Taylor's expression was slightly speechless, "I saw you were deep in thought, and you didn't even notice when Lyra Smith left!"

Iris Mitchell: "..."

??

She turned her head to look at the spot where Lyra had been sitting earlier.

No one was there.

"Where's Lyra?" Iris asked urgently.

Cynthia pointed in a direction, "She went over there."

Iris immediately tried to follow her, but Cynthia felt that Iris was acting a bit like a dogskin plaster, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt it was outrageous.

Being a coward, she didn't want to make unnecessary troubles and grabbed Iris's wrist, "She should come back here. You don't have to go."

"What, are you scared?" Iris sneered at Cynthia, "You were so sure about teaching Lyra a lesson, and look at you now, backing off so soon!"

Cynthia shook her head, "I'm not scared, I just think we shouldn't cross the line. This isn't the place for making a scene."

Iris listened and thought that made sense.