Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 113: Living in Hatred, Like a Madwoman

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Living in Hatred, Like a Madwoman

Even though he thought this way, Jeremy Carter looked at the transfer on the WeChat interface. He, who rarely smiled, chuckled and showed the phone to Dane Rivers and Hector Sutton, "Isn’t President Wyatt covering for you guys?"

Hector Sutton took a look, and sure enough, Lachlan Wyatt had reimbursed them.

That’s the wealth of Boss Wyatt for you!

So, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to head back, "That’s great! I’ll go back and play two more rounds with Iris Crawford. I just can’t believe I can’t beat her, that little girl!"

Jeremy Carter pushed up his glasses and said, "No matter how many times you try, you won’t win."

Hector Sutton was unconvinced and halted, "Why?"

"I can tell that you think Iris is just lucky at cards?"

Jeremy Carter squinted mysteriously, and it seemed a light was reflected off his lenses, "She memorizes the cards."

Memorizing the cards?

Hector Sutton sharply inhaled, "Iris memorizes the cards while playing?"

Isn’t that something professional Texas Hold’em players do, memorizing every card played to calculate what remains unseen, forming probabilities from this data? Iris... could a woman like Iris have such an amazing memory?

Just from playing cards, she can remember every card that’s been played. That’s terrifying...

A simple lunatic isn’t scary, but what’s frightening is a lunatic with a brain, strategy, and the courage to go all out. Offending someone like her, who knows how one might die...

Hector Sutton swallowed, "How can she, a woman, do such a thing?"

"It has nothing to do with gender."

Jeremy Carter pointed to his head, "Some things are innate; those skills are already imprinted in her brain. You think her memorizing cards is scary, but maybe it’s just a casual thing for her."

Hearing Jeremy Carter’s analysis, Dane Rivers fiddled with his fingers and said, "Then she’s really good at playing with people’s minds."

Hector Sutton rolled his eyes at him, "What’s with that look of yearning?"

Dane Rivers softly said, "I... I want to be toyed with by the naughty Iris..."

"..." Jeremy Carter couldn’t hold back and burst out with a local dialect curse, "Your brain is fried?"

The three lively people left, and Iris Crawford was alone again in the hospital room, quieting down once more. She silently gazed out the window, feeling a severe sense of fragmentation within herself. Sometimes giggling and laughing, sometimes filled with hatred. Sometimes, Iris couldn’t distinguish what her soul was truly like.

She didn’t know how long she had been looking out the window; it seemed someone crawled in directly from the ledge. The floor wasn’t too high, and given Iris’s capabilities, she could climb up too. She instantly sat up on the bed, her body already poised to move, "Who’s there?!"

The person climbed over the wall in a straightforward manner, without the slightest guise of a thief’s consciousness. Once inside, he dusted off his clothes and greeted Iris with the moonlight shining through the window, "Good evening."

"Get out." Iris’s eyebrows knit together, and when she was on guard against someone, her expression turned sharp. Yet this sharpness only accentuated her beauty, "Jonas Kingsley, you’re climbing in through the window to find me in the middle of the night?"

Jonas Kingsley glanced around, "Lachlan Wyatt’s people are everywhere below; it’s not easy to avoid their eyes."

Iris was taken aback, "Lachlan Wyatt’s people?"

"Didn’t you know? Lachlan put people near your hospital room." Jonas Kingsley’s face resembled Lachlan’s somewhat but had a more feminine, delicate beauty. He lowered his voice, "For all you know, people think his feelings for you are deep, but in reality, it’s to divert my attention."

Iris had no fondness for Jonas Kingsley. Faced with his sudden intrusion, she naturally didn’t have a pleasant expression, "I don’t have time to chat with you; if you’re smart, get lost."

"You’re different from all the women I know."

Jonas Kingsley stepped forward, observing Iris’s weak complexion, but he remembered her defiant appearance, never begging for mercy even when at a disadvantage. Is this why his brother is so interested in this woman?

"It’s a pity, whatever Lachlan Wyatt wants, I will take it away."

As he was about to reach out to touch Iris’s face, she slapped his hand away. The woman before him sneered, "Aren’t you tired of competing with Lachlan Wyatt every day? Will you follow him to the grave?"

Jonas Kingsley froze, regaining composure with a hint of anger, "You don’t understand what I’ve been through!"

"I don’t have time to understand what you’ve been through!"

Iris stared into Jonas’s face, her words sharp, "You don’t have to flaunt your past wounds to hurt others. Is being hurt in the past something remarkable and monumental that you hold this weakness of humanity to blame the whole world? Do you want everyone to pity and understand you? I detest people like you who do bad things and then whine that ’it’s because you all wronged me and forced me,’ you scoundrels who don’t even dare to admit openly, in broad daylight, that you’re trash!"

Her words left Jonas’s face pale. Originally reaching out to touch Iris’s hand, after being slapped away, transformed into grabbing her throat. To his surprise, Iris wasn’t scared at all, even offering her neck into his grip with a grin, "It’s not easy for anyone living in this world; everyone needs saving. But that’s not a reason for you to harm others. Your jealousy of Lachlan Wyatt is so intense your eyes turn red, right? You’re just wasting that face because, in my eyes, you’re utterly hideous!"

Utterly hideous!

Jonas instantly applied force, causing Iris to cough fiercely on the spot. He hissed and sharply inhaled, "What do you know? You know nothing about me!"

"You know nothing about me either."

The response Jonas received was Iris’s voice, utterly fearless.

She had once been betrayed and nearly died, the scar from the knife still remains on her stomach.

Iris Crawford liked to wear all kinds of dresses, except those that reveal the waist. Her waist was so tight, yet she never let anyone see the skin of her abdomen.

Because there was a scar there, a scar that even took away her child.

Iris Crawford wondered if that knife had also pierced into the child’s body. When the blood gushed out, she felt her life slipping away.

Various memories flashed in her mind, and Iris Crawford felt a surge of blood to her throat. In the next second, Jonas Kingsley surprisingly reached out to fling up the hem of her clothes. Iris realized what he was about to do and instinctively kicked him hard with her leg, "Try that again and I’ll call for someone!"

"I came today to deliver a message for you, and to see how far my brother can go for you..." Jonas pressed down on Iris Crawford, "You can’t beat me, remember?"

Goosebumps rose on Iris Crawford’s skin. Jonas was like a twisted viper; prey caught in his sights was destined to not escape. She gritted her teeth, "Let go of me!"

Jonas didn’t listen at all. He didn’t need any help, grabbed both of Iris’s wrists with one hand, lifted them high over her head, and then without any scruples pushed her hospital gown up to her chest!

In that instant, the scar on her waist made Jonas tremble.

He probably couldn’t believe it, Iris Crawford’s body, as he imagined, should have skin like creamy jade, yet the scar on her abdomen made it impossible for him to look away.

"What is... this?"

Iris inhaled sharply, "The scar, can’t you see?"

"Why is there a scar on your body!"

"Why shouldn’t there be a scar on my body?"

Iris averted her face, finding it amusing. At this moment, she thought Jonas looked like a hysterical child, "It’s none of your business."

"How did it happen?"

"Stabbed by a knife."

"Who stabbed you?"

"A thug."

Jonas suddenly thought of something, "Two years ago, that fatty was you..."

He never remembered the names of unimportant people, so he never cared that the fatty back then was Iris Crawford. He only knew that Iris had been ambiguous with Lachlan Wyatt for the past two years, which prompted him to target Iris.

Little did he expect that long before then, fate had already intertwined their timelines.

Noticing Jonas’s changed expression, Iris frowned, "I didn’t know you two years ago, take your hand off!"

Yes, she indeed didn’t know him. Two years ago during that kidnapping incident, Jonas never considered specific people, but now all the people were connected... Jordan Jacobs, Yvonne Jennings, Iris Crawford, he should have linked them together long ago!

"So my brother saved you from that time..."

A beastly light flashed in Jonas’s eyes, bloodthirsty and terrifying, "Now it all makes sense, your drastic change in appearance really surprised me, Iris Crawford..."

This scar is the mark of our intersection.

"The marks I’ve left on you are more than my brother, who tolerated not touching you for two years." Jonas suddenly lowered his head and kissed that scar, the action making Iris Crawford tremble all over. The meanings contained in his sentence were too many and the impact too strong, making it impossible for Iris to sort out her thoughts, "Don’t touch me, clarify what exactly you’ve done? Did you kidnap me? Or—"

Jonas lifted his head from her flat abdomen, licking his lips said, "I came today to pass on one thing, Iris, Yvonne Jennings is pregnant."

Yvonne Jennings is pregnant.

Five words made Iris’s fingers clench tightly!

"Jordan Jacobs’s, that’s right... He’s throwing a banquet to celebrate, inviting everyone to the feast, then everyone will naturally compare to you." Jonas really did release Iris, whatever satisfaction he had found moments ago remained unknown, "The two people you hate the most are about to have a child, guess, could it be your previously dead child reincarnated?"

This sentence instantly enraged Iris, she flipped Jonas over, her throat almost bleeding, "You don’t deserve to mention my child!"

"Yvonne Jennings will use this pregnancy to reverse the trend, after all, being a hardworking mother is seen as great in the eyes of the world, whitewashing is easy. Then, you’ll still end up with nothing, Iris Crawford. Pathetic and hateful, only knowing revenge, living in the past like a madwoman..." Jonas shook his head, clicking his tongue in lament, "I came to notify you, Iris, you don’t think the storm has passed, do you?"

No, as long as hatred remains.

She is always at the heart of the storm.

The sinner who made the mistake can easily turn black into white to gain peace, leaving her alone without liberation, struggling painfully in a sea of hatred until drowning.

Why... why...

Jonas even took out a phone, "Do you remember the ultrasound you threw at their second marriage ceremony? Look at this, now it’s Yvonne Jennings’. I have a pretty good relationship with Yvonne, she asked me to pass this on to you, Iris, take a good look at this child’s ultrasound. After all, your own was unlucky, haha, too short-lived to come into the world!"

At that moment, Iris’s eyes filled with fury!