Terrified by their relentless interrogation, my daughter went pale, her head hung low, too scared to say a word.
Velvet, after anxiously ending a phone call, turned toward us, her voice sharp with fury.
“I’ve already got someone looking into this. No matter what, I will find the bastard who did this!"
Dorian, his face twisted with rage, slammed his fist into the wall, the sound reverberating through the room.
"If I find out who hurt my daughter, I swear I'll kill him!"
Tears welled up in Portia’s eyes as she gently cradled my daughter, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Iris, sweetheart... tell Grandma the truth—do you know who got you pregnant?"
My daughter, who had been sitting in silence with her head down, finally looked up.
Under everyone’s gaze, her eyes met mine.
She opened her mouth, as if to speak, but hesitated.
I stepped out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of freshly made chicken soup.
Placing it in front of her, I said, “Drink the soup, take good care of the baby.”
With that, I carefully scooped up a spoonful of the soup and gently fed it to her.
Everyone else, witnessing this, was utterly stunned.
Dorian frowned deeply and asked in a low voice,
“Calista, what are you doing?”
“She’s just a child! It’s obvious she’s been violated and yet you’re telling her to take care of the baby? Are you seriously considering letting her keep it?”
Velvet, equally displeased, added,
“That’s right, sister-in-law. Iris is still a kid herself—how could she possibly have a child?”
“If this gets out, what will people think of her?”
Portia, her voice filled with grief and pain, also spoke up,
"Just thinking about Iris going through something like this at such a young age makes my heart twist in pain. No matter what, the child inside her cannot stay—if she keeps it, Iris's life will be ruined!"
As I continued feeding my daughter the soup, I replied, almost casually,
"This is Iris's decision. She should be the one to choose."
I turned to Iris, meeting her eyes and asked,
"Do you want to keep the baby?"
Iris hesitated, then, with a tight-lipped expression, gave a small nod.
Dorian immediately exploded with anger, his voice booming,
"Are you out of your mind? How can you let Iris decide something like this?"
Portia quickly backed him up, her tone sharp.
"Exactly! Iris is still a child—what could she possibly know? What kind of mother would put this on her?"