Chapter 1284

“Who are you?” Iris‘ heart lurched when she saw how excited the man had become.

“Iris, right? I’m your uncle, Damian Scammell.” The man’s voice caught in his throat as he scrutinized Iris carefully, trying to find traces of his sister Priscilla within Iris‘ features.

At the thought of his late sister, and the fact that he finally got to meet his niece for the very first time, Damian could not help tearing up, both with tears of joy and sadness.

“Uncle Damian…” Iris was thinking the same. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at Damian. Her heart was filled with both delight at finally getting to meet her family, and at the same time, fear of what lay ahead.

Mister Umair and the rest of the guards were stunned by this.

“Sir, are you saying…that she really is a cousin of ours?” Mister Umair asked incredulously. He and the other guards had been convinced that Iris and Leon were crooks, but now, it turned out they had been telling the truth all along!

However, this was not the point. What was most important was that before Iris‘ identity was confirmed, he had ordered the guards to attack Leon and Iris, and even intended to capture her and give her to Mister Nigel. Mister umair’s heart sank at this realization.

“That’s right!” Damian finally regained his composure and recalled Mister Umair’s treatment of Leon and Iris. His expression darkened as he snapped, “Mister Umair, how dare you disrespect my niece like this?”

Seeing that Damian was furious, the other guards immediately got on their knees, but Mister Umair remained standing. His face was pale, but he appeared to be deep in thought.

“Sir, I had no idea of Miss Young’s identity just now, and I hadn’t meant to offend her,” he said.

“Get on your knees and apologize to them!” Damian scoffed. However, knowing that Mister Umair was just fulfilling his duties, his tone softened a little. Besides, this was no big deal at all. As long as Mister Umair was willing to apologize to Iris and Leon, they would be able to put this behind them.

“Um…” Mister Umair hesitated for a moment, and just as he was about to get on his knees, a mischievous cackle rang out from behind him.

“What’s going on here, Uncle Damian? Why are you so angry all of a sudden?” A handsome teenage boy, about fourteen or fifteen years of age, strode over to them with two guards trailing behind him.

“Master Nigel.” Mister Umair bowed to him.

“Nigel!” Damian furrowed his brows as a strange expression crossed his face.

The Scammells had two lines of direct descendants. One of them was Damian and his sister, Priscilla, whereas Nigel, who was the son of their cousin, belonged to the second line of direct descendants.

However, due to some misunderstandings that occurred over the recent years, Damian’s relationship with Nigel’s father had turned sour, but thankfully, Nigel remained respectful to him.

“What’s going on here, Mister Umair?” Nigel turned to stare at Mister Umair.

“Master Nigel, here’s what happened…” Mister Umair gave Nigel a brief description of the events that had led up until that point.