Forbidden Passion

Chapter 383 Never Forget

Cindy sat next to Phoebe, took off her scarf, and saw the deep purple marks on her neck. Tears welled up instantly.

"Phoebe, let's go to the hospital, report him for domestic violence, and get you a divorce," Cindy said angrily.

Theodore thought he could bully people because of his power, but Cindy wasn't scared. For a jerk like him, divorce was the best option. Phoebe leaned on the sofa, looking distant. "I can't."

Theodore wouldn't let go, and no law firm in Kedora dared to take on his divorce case.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Cindy asked.

Phoebe remembered Theodore's crazed look in the stairwell earlier and felt a pang of fear.

She swallowed hard, still shaken. "I haven't lived enough yet."

"Phoebe!" Cindy couldn't understand. "I don't believe the law can't deal with him. There has to be a firm in Kedora that's not afraid of him." Phoebe closed her eyes. "Cindy, let me be quiet for a while."

Cindy looked at Phoebe's tired face, feeling pity. "Phoebe, why stay if you're in so much pain? What makes it worth clinging to?" Phoebe's eyelashes trembled. She had leverage but still had lingering feelings.

Phoebe had her pride and her weaknesses. She was pitiful, pathetic, and hateful, but it was her choice.

"Maybe it's because I've never had it, so I can't forget it," Phoebe said.

tightly. "Phoebe, if it hurts too much, just let

her eyelashes were wet with tears, and a sound almost

was empty. Patrick threw Theodore onto the sofa and went to get a glass of water. Patrick looked down at the drunken Theodore. His face was flushed, his expression listless, and his neck was red and swollen under his

couldn't help but laugh and cry. "Look at you. I should record this and send it

over him, and turned up the heating before leaving to prevent him

woke up on the sofa. He stared blankly for

still feel the excitement of strangling Phoebe, so crazy and so

wondered if he

it was being pricked by needles, fumbled around before finding his phone.

the sofa, his long legs stretched out,

on the car accident post our departure

cigarette, the sound of burning tobacco

from Aestrale hired it under a false name. The car was returned damaged, so we tracked down the owner." Theodore, growing impatient, said, "Spit

replied, "You've met

name flashing

He drove from Nuw

cigarette between Theodore's fingers was crushed. He chuckled coldly. "Alright, if he wants attention that badly, I'll give it

Theodore's tone and shivered. "What do

Bishop a lesson. He needs to know

call, and got