Chapter 180 Did You Visit the Strudwicks Again?

Right around the turn of the staircase, Cressida was supporting Colette by the arm. By chance, she witnessed the entire scene unfold. She didn't say anything and continued helping Colette down the stairs. When Luther lifted his head, he met the eyes hidden behind "Quinn's" glasses. They were devoid of sympathy, nor was there any gloating. All he could see was a cool, distant indifference, as if she were watching a quarrel that had nothing to do with her. Luther walked toward them and said in a hoarse voice, "Dr. Sheppard, I'm sorry you had to see that." After helping Colette sit on the sofa, Cressida finally replied, her tone flat, "Mr. Strudwick, your family matters don't interest me. But I will say, your way of handling things with women is… impressively cold." A self-deprecating smirk tugged on his lips. "Cold? If I had seen her true colors earlier, things wouldn't have gotten to this point." His gaze lingered on Cressida, complex and heavy. "Whenever I look at her, I'm remind