Forbidden Passion

Chapter 315 Little Angels Don't Frame Others

Frightened, Christopher hurriedly shook his head. "I don't want to. Managing a major company with many meetings and daily work? I'd rather hold the shares and enjoy the dividends. Why would I want to take on the hardship of managing such a big company?"

His lifelong goal had been to be a laid-back guy who would occasionally work on his programming to at least make money for himself.

The thought of working tirelessly like his elder brother to support a group of ungrateful leeches suffocated him.

Theodore laughed in exasperation. "No ambition at all."

In truth, if he weren't the eldest son, he wouldn't have wanted to take over the Reynolds Group either. Given the choice, who wouldn't prefer to be a carefree spendthrift rather than work hard? They walked towards the villa.

Seeing Theodore's look, Christopher asked, "Are you in a bad mood because of Madison?"

Theodore's eyebrows furrowed, his expression fierce. He frowned and said, "It has nothing to do with her."

Christopher immediately fell silent, recalling what Madison had said at the dinner table last night. His heart pounded, thinking that perhaps the truth was just as Madison had claimed. Otherwise, before the miscarriage, Theodore had been so attentive to Phoebe. After the miscarriage, his attitude had taken a complete turn.

But he feared speaking or asking.

They returned to the villa in silence and went to their respective rooms to shower.

Phoebe had just applied light makeup when Theodore entered the bedroom. Their eyes met. Theodore coldly looked away and went to the bathroom.

Phoebe paused, turning to look at his back. Sweat dripped from the ends of his hair, his neck glistening with moisture. His wet clothes clung to his body, his back muscles forming a streamlined shape, exuding a powerful explosiveness that made one's heart race.

She instinctively looked away and walked out of the bedroom.

were swollen. Her cheeks

snapped, "What are you looking at?

as she thought,

her gaze and continued downstairs, with Madison following a few

and hatred, wishing she could push Phoebe off the stairs, hoping she would die from the fall so that she would die and never

reached the second floor, they saw Taylor emerging from her bedroom. Taylor

Knowing she was still angry, Taylor

second-floor terrace. As their figures

"Why did Christopher hit you so hard? He wouldn't even hit

am not lying. Why don't

unreasonable. Your brother said they were together that night. He

did I lie?" Madison glared

not that we don't believe you, but Ruby's words are not trustworthy. She has a grudge against Phoebe. Why would you rather believe an outsider than your brother?" "Mom, if you

if your brother truly felt wronged, he would have divorced Phoebe long ago. He wouldn't be defending

what Ruby said. Phoebe must have done something

headache, reaching out to poke her forehead hard. "What spell did Ruby cast on

did Phoebe cast on you? You weren't like

of the Reynolds family. Bullying her and making her look

for Theodore to acknowledge her

public again, next time, it will be your

of him." Madison was very stubborn. Taylor didn't try to persuade

you just haven't been hit enough." With that, Taylor walked away

railing, gritting her teeth. She thought she would find someone to investigate whether Phoebe was really with Edward before the miscarriage. 'Once I have the evidence, I will throw