Chapter 122 Shameless Woman

Cressida shook her head, tears sliding down her cheeks. "I'll make you a new design," she said between sobs. "I'll create something completely original for you. What happened today… I owe you for it." "That's not the only thing you owe me," Tristan responded, getting up to his feet and looking down at her. "Get up. Mrs. Sheppard needs someone to look after her." Cressida braced herself against the wall and struggled to her feet. … Daphne had been transferred to the intensive care unit. Through the glass, Cressida watched her grandmother lying there with an oxygen mask strapped to her face and tubes everywhere. It hurt so much that Cressida couldn't catch her breath. Even when unconscious, Daphne murmured weakly, "Stop fighting… Please stop... You're family…" Cressida pressed her fingers against the glass. The coldness barely registered against the chill already settled in her chest. She knew all too well what her grandmother wanted most. So she pulled out her phone and found Hel