Christopher Robinson looked down at the woman clutching his pant leg. His expression was cold, "Children may not understand right from wrong, but as adults, you have a responsibility for your wrongdoing."
"Christopher, I truly didn't know," the woman cried, her eyes moist with tears.
She looked at Christopher with deep fear in her eyes.
Christopher glanced at Juliet Walker, "Have the housekeeper take her home and keep an eye on her."
In Juliet's eyes, Christopher was a good boss, but also an absolutely ruthless person. In his world, there was no neutrality. Right was right, wrong was wrong, and no mitigating circumstances were recognized.
The woman before him had committed a mistake and was confined to the Robinson's house, almost like a puppet.
"Please come this way," Juliet gestured for her to leave.
The woman looked at Christopher Robinson in despair, a look so pitiful that any man would feel a moment of heartache.
