Chapter 20 This Is Not Your Playground

Tristan strode in with two burly security guards behind him. He took a look inside, and his voice dropped to an icy tone. "Mr. Strudwick, this is a hospital. It's not your playground." He tilted his head toward the guard. "Please escort them out." The two men stepped forward at once, seizing Luther's arms on either side. "Please, Mr. Strudwick." Luther had always prided himself on his impeccable public image. And now, his face was twisted with indignation while being escorted out by two guards. He had no choice but to release Cressida, then wrenched himself free of the guards' grip with a vicious jerk. He straightened his disheveled collar, then snatched the still-sobbing Natasha by the wrist. He stormed out, slamming the door behind him. At last, the room returned to peaceful quietness. Cressida clutched the side of the bed and started coughing violently. Her throat burned like fire. Tristan moved swiftly to Daphne's bedside, checking her condition and adjusting the IV flow