The moment Jonas entered the room, he noticed something was off.
Iris seemed to be hiding something. When she saw Jonas, her expression grew awkward, her eyes darted away, and she spoke in a flustered voice:
"M-Mr. Jonas... what brings you here?"
Her behavior inexplicably reminded Jonas of Miss Celine sneaking a peek at dirty books. Back before she had stopped even trying to hide it, she would at least make some effort to cover them up when Jonas caught her reading.
But Jonas did not call her out. He simply smiled as though he had noticed nothing and said:
"Am I not welcome, Miss Iris?"
The girl hurriedly waved her hands, afraid he might misunderstand.
"Of course you are! I'm more than happy to have you here, Mr. Jonas."
Hearing that, Jonas sat down beside the hospital bed and rubbed Iris's head. Rather than dwell on his previous question, he said:
"How's your recovery coming along?"
Feeling the warmth of his palm against her head, Iris's heart overflowed with happiness. Sadly, that happy moment could not last forever.
When Jonas withdrew his hand, Miss Iris could not help feeling a little disappointed, but she quickly answered:
"The doctor said there's nothing seriously wrong anymore. I'm pretty much ready to be discharged."
Jonas shook his head and asked, "What do you think, Miss Iris?"
Apparently unsure of his intentions, Iris did not answer immediately. Instead, she said cautiously:
"I feel like I can leave too... but I'll let you decide, Mr. Jonas."
"Why leave it up to me?"
Jonas found that a little amusing, then said:
"You know your own situation best. I can't make the decision for you."
Iris gave a quiet "Mm," then stole another glance at Jonas, as though studying his expression.
Seemingly noticing her behavior, Jonas