Forbidden Passion

Chapter 428 What Do You Really Want

Phoebe opened her eyes to a blinding white ceiling, feeling disoriented. "Am I dead? Why is hell so bright?" she thought.

Her throat burned, and her chest ached as her senses returned. Pain spread through her bones like vines, suffocating her and squeezing her lungs.

She closed her eyes and smirked. She wasn't dead, but living felt worse. 'What did I do to deserve this?' she wondered.

Suddenly, warmth enveloped her hand. Her eyelashes fluttered as a familiar grip held her palm. She turned her head, feeling numb.

Phoebe didn't have the strength to look at Theodore. He sensed her resistance but didn't care. As long as she was awake and safe, he was satisfied. "Phoebe, you're awake," Theodore said.

Her eyelashes trembled. She wanted to pull her hand away, but he held on tighter. She wanted to tell him she was like sand slipping through his fingers, but she couldn't muster the strength. Theodore felt her resistance and held on tighter. "I've called an ambulance. We're going back to Kedora for treatment. Don't think you can escape. Even if you die, I'll bring you back from hell." He finally let go and left to arrange their return. Phoebe listened to his footsteps fade and took a few heavy breaths.

After a while, she forced herself to sit up. Pain flared under her ribs, and her vision darkened. She yanked out the IV needle, and blood spurted from the puncture site.

tried to get out of bed. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed. The

He scooped her up gently and placed her back on the bed. "Phoebe, do you

turned away. Her rejection hurt him. His eyes reddened as he spat out, "Fine, destroy yourself. But know this: your family will suffer because of you. Do you care about them?" Phoebe's eyes filled with hatred. "Theodore, why don't you just kill me?"

Theodore said coldly, standing up. "Don't pull that needle

checking on Phoebe and reinserting the IV. She watched them silently,

made her life a

staff left, the room fell silent. Phoebe vaguely heard voices outside but soon, it was as quiet

the blinding white ceiling until her eyes ached. When the door opened, she quickly closed her

walked in with Ollie. He saw her tightly closed eyes

pulled a chair over and sat by the bed. "I got some porridge. Eat a little, then we'll go back to Kedora." Phoebe's eyes

don't be difficult. You

had taken everything from her, leaving her confined. She might as well be dead. She couldn't control her fate, but she could

her stubborn profile. After a while, a young nurse knocked and peeked in, holding the

him the porridge, glanced at