Forbidden Passion

Chapter 183 Why Are We at the Police Station

Phoebe was uneasy all afternoon, sensing that something bad was about to happen. Just as she stepped out of a meeting, her phone started vibrating incessantly. She quickly answered the call when she saw the caller ID. Phoebe hung up the call. Without returning to her office, she handed her belongings to John and took the elevator downstairs.

A cold voice from the other end said, "I'm waiting for you outside your office."

As she stepped out of the company's main entrance, she saw a black Maybach parked outside. She jogged over to the car as the back seat window rolled down.

"Get in," the man ordered coldly.

Phoebe saw that he was sitting right next to the door and didn't plan to move, so she opened the passenger door and got in.

Jack greeted her, and the car sped off.

Phoebe glanced nervously at the rearview mirror. Theodore looked grave, and she had no idea what had happened. She asked, "Theodore, what's going on?"

dark eyes, which made Phoebe's heart

didn't explain but urged Jack to drive

car turned into a corner and stopped in front of a police station. She stuttered, "Wh-why are we at the

towards the police station. Phoebe didn't hear his response, so she

as they entered, a uniformed police officer led

mother sobbing loudly. Her heart tightened, and she rushed past Theodore and the guiding officer into the mediation room. Inside, Mrs. Ziegler looked disheveled, with several scratch marks on her face

her sat Vanessa. Vanessa also looked disheveled, and her injuries seemed even worse than Mrs. Ziegler's. Phoebe's heart skipped a beat

saw Phoebe, she burst into tears. "Phoebe, why couldn't I reach

quickly went over to hug her mother, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mom, don't cry. What happened? Who attacked

to deliver something for you this afternoon. I saw someone in your house and thought it was a thief. I was about to call the police

scratched her own face. Auntie, you should have a conscience and not

Miss Fitzroy? A nice girl like you, moving into a married couple's home, what are you trying to do? Your family is supposed to be educated and refined; how could they raise such a shameless child? If you were my daughter, I'd disown