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.

Her legs gave way, and she collapsed. The door opened, and hurried footsteps approached. A strong arm caught her

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

destroy yourself. But know this: your family will suffer because of you. Do you care about them?" Phoebe's eyes

honey," Theodore said coldly, standing up. "Don't

stormed out, and soon doctors and nurses rushed in, checking on Phoebe and reinserting the IV. She

made her life a

room fell silent. Phoebe vaguely heard voices outside but soon, it was

at the blinding white ceiling until her eyes ached. When the

with Ollie. He saw her tightly closed eyes and knew she was pretending

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 snapped open, filled with hatred. "I'm

"Phoebe, don't be difficult. You

her confined. She might as well be dead. She couldn't control her fate, but she

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

handed him the porridge, glanced