Forbidden Passion

Chapter 26 Grandchild at any cost

"Phoebe, Phoebe..." Edward lunged forward, carefully lifting Phoebe into his arms, his movements soft and gentle, for fear of hurting her. "Doctor, Doctor, Phoebe's hurt, Doctor..."

Phoebe was coughing violently, her consciousness slipping into a haze. As Edward carried her past Theodore, her eyes widened to look at him. In that instant, she felt Theodore was like a soulless marionette, hollow and frightening. She tried to get a clearer look, but her eyelids grew heavier until darkness completely engulfed her.

Vanessa watched Edward carry Phoebe away, then quickly moved to Theodore's side, anxiously grabbing his fist that was frozen mid-air. "Theodore, you're badly injured, let's get you bandaged up, okay?" Theodore shook off her hand and walked away without a word.

"Theodore, Theodore..." Vanessa chased after him a few steps, then stood helplessly as he disappeared behind a wall of people. "Phoebe!" she spat out through clenched teeth, the word laced with deep-seated hatred.

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Phoebe had a dream. She was back in her childhood, visiting her grandmother's house in the countryside with her mother. The air was sweet and free.

wildflowers into crowns, and ate wild berries. Then, by chance, she wandered into the woods, where the towering trees blocked out the sun, and she feared stumbling upon wild beasts. Just as she decided to turn

boy standing not far off, dressed in fine clothing. He appeared a few years older than her, his pale and handsome face dazzling in

eyes brightened upon seeing her. "At last, someone's come. Little sister, please fetch some adults;

still strikingly handsome. Approaching him, she saw his shiny leather boots punctured by the trap, a faint trace of blood seeping out. Kneeling by his side, she said, "You've

you know how?"

me. Hang in there, I'll get it

"Okay."

to pry it open. Despite finding the right technique,

edges of the animal trap, Phoebe finally managed to

from his pocket, took her hand, and carefully wrapped it with the cloth. "I'm so sorry, it's my fault you got

no big deal; I'm tough as nails and used to scrapes. But you've got a bum leg. How are we

a moment of