Forbidden Passion

Chapter 234 Why Can't You Apply that Wisdom to Theodore?

Phoebe was fully aware of Mrs. Reynolds's worries; she shared them. However, was it possible to monitor them forever? If Theodore had any intention to stray, any brief moment could lead to something unspeakable with Vanessa. Shaking her head, Phoebe banished the troubling thoughts. "Mom, I know you're worried about me, but I trust Theodore," she affirmed.

Mrs. Reynolds wanted to knock some sense into Phoebe, but she restrained herself, trying to lighten the mood instead. "You just try to have a baby as soon as possible. Theodore's really looking forward to being a dad." Phoebe felt a pang of guilt, especially for keeping her father-in-law's infidelity from her. Seeing her mother-in-law so concerned tugged at her conscience.

"Mom," Phoebe hesitated, "how are things between you and dad? Is your relationship okay?"

"We're an old couple. What's there to be 'okay' or not?" Mrs. Reynolds replied. "At our age, love and novelty are things of the past. It all boils down to companionship."

Phoebe's heart sank. Women might resign to their fates in their fifties or sixties, but for men, it seemed like a second spring of love was just beginning.

"And how do you feel about dad?"

Mrs. Reynolds was caught off guard by the unusual question. "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

father went out to sea when I was five, never to return. My mother waited for him all these years. She never spoke of love, but I know, deep down, she must have loved him; otherwise, she wouldn't have waited for so

a hard life," Mrs. Reynolds sighed, her

Phoebe, the daughter of a servant, wasn't suitable for Theodore. Hearing now of Phoebe's father's disappearance made Mrs. Reynolds empathize with Phoebe's lack

going back to work soon after her miscarriage, unwilling

should pay more attention to dad. Even for a love that's decades old, they still need care and affection, right? I saw this post on

we're willing to put in the effort and care, won't it?" Phoebe

to think you were just thick-headed, but hearing you now, it

he doesn't

seemed to miss the point entirely. Phoebe

a sleek black Bentley was waiting by the elevator. The

her. She rolled down her window and waved at

watched the vehicle disappear around the corner before she turned to take the

had taken her words to heart, feeling empathy for Mrs. Reynolds when she recalled the sight

distant and imposing. Yet today, there he was, his laughter warm and heartfelt in a