The next morning, Iris’s eyes widened at the sight of the familiar Rolls-Royce parked opposite her humble home. It was actually a misfit in the dirty, dingy alley, and everyone gaped at the luxury car like it was a chariot to heaven.
“Whose car is that? It’s so cool!” gasped Ivan, opening the window to gaze at it.
“That’s for Iris. Can you imagine?” Isaac rolled his eyes.
But Ivan gave his sister a look of concern. “I want you to leave the job, Iris. This looks suspicious.”
Iris groaned, not having the time for an explanation. “I can’t. The pay is too good to resist. Relax. I’m just a housekeeper to a rich man. That’s it.”
The boys frowned at their older sibling. “Are you sure? These rich brats don’t think twice before exploiting the poor. You must be careful.”
Iris nodded at I
