Chapter 133 This Is Absolutely a Medical Miracle

Natasha followed Luther in. As she walked up to the bed and saw Cressida's lifeless face, she felt so overjoyed that she couldn't keep it in. Cressida had died. She was finally dead. She carefully glanced at Luther and saw him looking completely distraught, then she left the room quietly. She got to a quiet corner, grabbed her phone, and quickly sent a text. "Leave the country as soon as possible. I'll transfer the money to your account," she texted. Then, she deleted the message, put on a sorrowful expression again, and walked back to Helena's side. Tristan stood outside the door without moving a muscle, but he caught Natasha's little tricks. Without saying anything, he shot a glance at Julian, who immediately got what he meant and left right away. Helena did not care about the death of her daughter at all. She cared more about another matter. "Luther, since Cressida is… Do you think the wedding can—" "Shut up!" Luther snapped. His eyes were so bloodshot that when he turned to