Chapter 18 Are You Kidding Me

Natasha blinked in confusion. "Like who?" "Cressida Ashworth." Luther forced the name out through clenched teeth. Natasha looked at him as if he'd just told the world's funniest joke, then burst into laughter. "Lud, are you kidding me? Cressida, that fool? She can't even distinguish between cold medicine and antibiotics, and you think she could step into an operating room and save someone's life? If she had that kind of skill, pigs would fly!" Without even realizing it, her carefully maintained facade came off. Her words were sharp and biting, a stark difference from her usual gentle, refined persona she presented to the world. "What else can she do besides clinging to you shamelessly? She's nothing more than a wild girl from the countryside. Even if she did return to the Ashworth family, she'll never shed that stink of poverty." The venom in her voice made Luther pause, and he turned to study her face. The open disdain etched there was unfamiliar, and it left him rather unsett