He immediately put down the food he had barely eaten and went to make a cake for her.
Iris leaned against the door frame and watched Uriah busy himself, beating eggs and stirring cream.
She deliberately asked, "Uriah, are you this good to all sisters, or just to me, your own sister?"
I was furious.
Damn angelic bitch!
Hasn't she had enough of it!
Uriah kneaded the dough and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I only have you as a sister."
Iris continued to ask, "Doesn't that Uma count as your sister, Uriah?"
He immediately interrupted her, "How could that kind of country bumpkin be considered my sister? Comparing yourself to her, wouldn't that be lowering your status?"
"Don't mention her. Just thinking about her makes me lose my appetite."
Uriah, who is polite outside, doesn't hold back when scolding me.
Iris's eyes flashed with pride, but she still felt it wasn't enough.
"Speaking of which, Uriah, you used to have the surname Vargas for eighteen years. Do you really have no feelings for Uma anymore?"
Uriah seemed touched by her words, and his expression showed a moment of melancholy.
Iris is his sister by blood, but I am the sister who grew up with him.
Eighteen years of feelings, how can they be easily broken.
He wiped his hands and took out his phone.
An orphan girl who lost both parents, it is really pitiful.
Uriah said stubbornly, "I'll see if she goes back to the mountains."
Seeing that he was about to dial my number, Iris suddenly covered her arm and cried out in pain.
"Oh Uriah, my hand, it hurts so much!"
He immediately put his phone back in his pocket and anxiously went forward to check her condition.
"Iris, what's wrong?!"
"Uriah, the wound on my arm hurts so much!"
"I'll take you to the hospital right now!"
He picked up Iris and was about to rush out, but she refused to go.
"Uriah, it's okay. It's probably just the wound healing."
Guilt and nervousness intertwined on Uriah's face, and he hugged the person in his arms tightly once again.
"Iris, remember, Uriah Knight only has you as a sister in this lifetime! Those other stinky persons have nothing to do with me!"
I, who was floating aside, felt a bit bitter.
The stinky person in his mouth is me.
Iris could tell at a glance that he was pretending, but Uriah still believed her and treated her as a benefactor.
I didn't even have the strength to be angry now.
I can only watch as Uriah is played around by Iris.