Forbidden Passion

Chapter 274 She's Not That Bad!

Phoebe returned to the ward, her body finding solace against the cool windowpane. Her palm tenderly traced the contours of her abdomen, a bittersweet reminder of the tiny life that had once blossomed within her three years prior.Her fingers curled protectively over her stomach, a physical manifestation of the self-blame and guilt that gnawed at her soul. She found herself questioning the past, wondering if her attendance at that fateful reunion could have altered the course of her life. "I'm sorry, my baby. I failed to protect you," she murmured, her voice heavy with sorrow.Phoebe sought refuge in a secluded corner of the room, her hand acting as a shield for her tear-streaked face. The steady stream of tears quickly dampened her palm, a testament to the pain and regret that consumed her.

It was in this state of distress that Theodore found her. Alarm painted his features as he rushed to her side, gently lifting her from the cold, hard floor. "Why are you on the floor?" he questioned, his gaze falling upon her tear-stained face. "What's wrong?"

Phoebe's response was a muffled sob, her face buried in her palms."Theodore, do you hate me?" she queried, her voice laced with despair. "I hate myself. If only I had been more careful," she admitted, her words trailing off into a whisper. "If I..."Theodore's heart tightened at her words. "Phoebe, please don't cry," he pleaded.

wracked with sobs

with a protective warmth. Seeing her cry so helplessly, he regretted not dealing with

her tears, but she didn't correct him. Her suspicions were just that, suspicions, lacking any concrete evidence. She feared that revealing them would only lead him to believe she was making excuses. She swallowed her

nose. "You're crying like a baby. I'll get a

she leaned against the headboard. "I'll do it myself," she protested, but Theodore gently brushed

I will make sure you get justice," he promised, his gaze never leaving her face. Phoebe's eyelashes fluttered at his words, a question escaping her lips before she could stop it. "What if Vanessa

averted her gaze, murmuring, "It's nothing, just a thought.""There's no such possibility." Theodore claimed calmly and firmly. "Vanessa wouldn't do that. She's not that kind of person." Phoebe couldn't help but wish she hadn't asked. She silently took the towel from his hand, wiping