Forbidden Passion

Chapter 220 No Regrets in the Future

Vanessa was shocked and could hardly believe that the very person who had always doted on her was now the first to sever ties. "Mom, you..."

Sophia closed her eyes, seemingly exhausted and no longer wanting to see her.

"Pack your things and move out today. Don't come back, for anything or nothing."

Sophia often seemed gentle and reasonable, a person of little temper. However, once she made a decision, she never regretted it.

That day, she'd visited the Reynolds' house, to put it selfishly, to see how Phoebe was getting along with the family and how her marital relationship with Theodore was.

If the marriage was unhappy, Vanessa convincing herself to interfere would feel like less of a sin. However, what she saw was Theodore, radiantly happy.

She was a respected educator, a university professor, a beacon for her students. Yet now her own daughter was on the brink of becoming 'the other woman,' threatening someone's marriage, and she felt powerless to stop it. The only option she could think of was to force her daughter to choose between love and family.

Fitzroy helped his wife to her feet. Both had gained many gray hairs due to their recent worries over Vanessa, their silhouettes markedly

"Vanessa, remember, any choice you make now is yours to live with, no regrets

entered the modest house without looking back, leaving Vanessa kneeling outside

bowing her head toward the main house three times in farewell. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry for being such a disappointment. Please forgive me. I just can't live without him," Vanessa pleaded, then stumbled to her feet. Ignoring her luggage, she clutched her purse and

daughter disappeared into the storm without looking back. Shutting her eyes, she felt both

curtains closed. "Stop watching.

faint scent of pine, Elaine whispered, "Did I make a

shoulder

it to her education or career, but she sure did with love." As Mr. Fitzroy guided her toward the bed, he said, "Even the best

teaching and nurturing others, never leading them astray. Yet, here I am, having

self-blame. Your sickness stems from worry. The doctor advised you to be at peace. Let Vanessa make her own way. Out of sight, out

speak, but