Forbidden Passion

Chapter 139: A Painful Revelation

Theodore had just rushed Vanessa to the hospital's surgical unit, her hand wrapped in a white handkerchief now crimson with blood, it was definitely a disturbing sight. Ruby stood by Vanessa', her face was pale, and she was in pain, a mix of anxiety and sympathy etched on her face.

"Vanessa, just hold on, the doctor will be here any second." Ruby reassured her.

As if on cue, the surgeon strode in. Ruby quickly called out, "Doctor, please, Vanessa's hand looks really bad."

The doctor glanced at Ruby but moved straight to Vanessa's side, carefully unwrapping the handkerchief. The blood had clotted, sticking the fabric to the wound. "This might hurt a bit, just try to hang in there." he warned.

Vanessa's face turned ashen as she instinctively looked to Theodore. "Theodore, I'm scared..." The word 'hurt' never made it out before a searing pain shot through her palm. She gasped sharply, looking down to see the doctor had removed

raw and riddled with wounds. The force she had used on herself was evident now, as merciless as it had been deliberate. Only now, seeing the depth of the gashes, did the fear truly set in. What if her hand was ruined, unable to ever play the piano

tear-streaked face, his brow furrowed deeply. "Don't be afraid, it's going to

solidity of the man beside her, her eyes brimming with tears. "Theodore, will I ever be able to play the

chimed in. "The wound's on your palm. As long as the nerves aren't damaged, this level of

flicking to Ruby, who immediately snapped, "What do you mean 'this level of injury'? Isn't Vanessa hurt enough? Does it have

almost as cutting as his words, "If your hand is

Vanessa interjected with a pointed look. "Don't argue with the

filled with righteous indignation. "Vanessa, you're just too kind. It was Phoebe who stabbed your hand with a wine bottle, and you're still making excuses

Vanessa was, the angrier Theodore felt inside. "Let's get this wound treated first. I'll sort this matter out," he

lowered her gaze, her facile expression

that nearly sent her soul flying. She gripped Theodore's hand with her uninjured one