IRIS'S POV
TREATING THE b***h'S F**K UP
“You need to eat a lot, Iris. You look so lean.” Gavin's mother suggested, she carefully pass me some red meat from the bowl as we're together at the dining table.
I smiled. “Thanks Mrs Russell.” I muttered out. She gasped. “The formality irritates me, correct yourself right now.”
“I'm sorry, mum.”
Our little conversation made the kids begin to laugh before you know it, lyra began to cough.
I rushed some water into her mouth, I was sitting next to her so I easily par her back gently as she drank the water. “You both should have some table manner.” I instructed the kids.
“Sorry mummy.” They both apologized in unison.
Gavin darted his gaze towards them and stared at me, a knowing look on his face as if telling me to take it easy on them. He was
