Chapter 51 You Don't Owe the Strudwicks Anything

Luther closed his eyes, leaning back against the chair. His head was in a mess. Kieran was cocky and strange, but he seemed to know Natasha. Also, who exactly was Quinn? "Do you also think what that man said was true?" Natasha cried even harder as she continued, "Are you disgusted by me too?" Luther opened his eyes. As he looked at her tear-streaked face, the suspicion that just popped into his head was drowned out by the guilt he felt toward her. If it weren't for Natasha, Luther might not have survived that car crash back then. Thinking of that, he pulled her into his arms slightly robotically, patting her back. "Don't overthink it. How could you take a madman's words seriously?" … Kieran took off his trench coat, revealing the white shirt he was wearing underneath. He leaned against the door of Sterile Ward No. 3, looking at Colette, who had woken up after completing her basic checkup earlier. "How are you feeling? We're going to do a comprehensive information registration t