'Plaything,' these two words, were spoken very heavily by Iris Mitchell, as if they were afraid that Lyra Smith might not understand.
Lyra glanced at the photo on the screen.
It was just a casual glance.
The background of the photo seemed to be taken at a high-end party.
There were several people in the photo, and the first person Lyra noticed was Morris Jackson, even though it was just a side view of him. She instantly recognized him among the crowd.
Next to Morris was a young woman in a stunning dress, her arm hooked around his.
She was undeniably beautiful with a gentle and enchanting demeanor, truly possessing the grace of a well-bred lady.
The pair looked perfect together in the photo.
So perfect that it irked Lyra.
Lyra withdrew her gaze, her facial expression remained unchanged from the moment she saw the picture until now. Iris Mitchell found her still so calm and asked, "Aren't you angry?"
