Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 176: Even If I Admit My Mistakes, I Still Can’t Make You Stay

Resistance?

When the word slipped out, Lachlan Wyatt himself felt a bit guilty.

He clearly knew what he had done back then, watching as Iris Crawford fell into danger, deliberately choosing not to save her.

When she was on the brink of death, he appeared again, becoming her savior, and then made a deal with her...

Who would still be willing to give their heart to such a scheming person?

But after Iris Crawford glanced at Lachlan Wyatt, she didn’t say much, just waved her hand, "Felix and I are heading back first."

"Can’t you stay?"

Lachlan spoke softly, "Iris, did you know, today is Little New Year."

"So what?" Iris shifted her position. After getting into the driver’s seat, instead of starting the car, she crossed her arms, looked at Lachlan, whose emotions were a bit vulnerable, and said nonchalantly, "Because it’s Little New Year, I should go back and spend time with my family."

The words "my family" made Lachlan’s heart, which should have long been numb, warm again.

After a pause, he said, "But you are my family too."

You are the mother of my child.

"We have no relation, at most you’re Felix’s biological father. If Felix wants to find you, I won’t stop him."

Hearing Iris say this, Lachlan was stunned, and then asked, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll take Felix away?"

"Why should I be afraid?" Iris replied quite naturally, "I didn’t give birth to him for him to obey me to the point of becoming my pawn. I have no interest in that. If I seek revenge, my own hands are enough, no need to drag my son into it. Being born into hatred would only make him an abhorrent person like Jonas Kingsley, and I don’t want that."

Lachlan was surprised that Iris could think this far.

These past five years, perhaps Jonas Kingsley lingered in the shadows, waiting for them to let their guard down completely before striking and bringing countless storms.

"Felix’s life is independent. I respect any decision he makes, even if he’s unfilial to me. It’s my choice, not for others to pity." Iris was remarkably composed and rational in facing her pain.

The love and entanglement she couldn’t have in the past was her taking off her armor and retracting her claws when facing him.

Iris, I’m losing track.

Between the two of us, who has tamed whom?

"But today, I won’t let Felix accompany you." Iris pointed to Felix, who obediently climbed into the back seat, then she started the car, "Because you’ve drunk too much, and I won’t let a child take care of a drunken adult. Please act like a father."

"You never used to talk to me like that..." Cold, as if she never loved him at all.

"People change."

"Change?" Lachlan heard the word, stepped forward and grabbed Iris’ car window, "Change to what? Do you think this is good? I misunderstood you for five whole years, but Iris, why won’t you give me a chance!"

"Do you want me to admit I’m wrong? Iris, tell me everything. I’ll admit I’m wrong, I’ll bow my head, isn’t that enough!" The last few words were spoken with a voice almost weeping.

He was indeed drunk. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have said such things.

Lachlan, Lachlan, you have so much, a remarkable family background, looks, but why is there always nothing in your eyes?

Iris’ eyelashes trembled as she saw Lachlan catching up, "Let go, chasing the car like this is dangerous."

She had no intention of waiting for him.

Not one bit.

How could a woman be as decisive as a man...

"Is it so disgusting to stay with me?" Lachlan pointed outside, not knowing who he was pointing at, as if the whole world was his enemy at that moment, "Spending five years with someone you don’t love, Dante gets to enjoy everything, why can’t I! Iris, you’re too cruel!"

When he said "you’re too cruel," Lachlan’s eyes were red, "Five years... I’ve been alone for five years... You’ve finally divorced and returned home, don’t... leave me alone again..."

By the end, his voice was almost powerless, as if his throat could no longer produce sound.

But in the driver’s seat, Iris fiercely wiped her eyes, then forcibly squeezed out a smile while Lachlan was momentarily distracted, and slammed the gas pedal.

The car sped past.

Lachlan stumbled a few steps, like a child abandoned for missing the bus, shouting, "Wait a minute, Iris!"

Tears seemed unstoppable at that moment, numb by alcohol, pouring out uncontrollably.

"Iris!"

"Don’t do this, Iris!"

"Turn back... look at me."

The man staggered forward a few steps, the car’s shadow disappearing.