Forbidden Passion

Chapter 446 You Don't Care!

Phoebe got home and started packing. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. She opened the door to find Taylor and Sarah standing there.

Phoebe was surprised. Seeing Sarah's cold expression, she quickly stepped aside. "Hello, Taylor, Sarah. What's up?" she greeted.

Taylor gave Phoebe a look, but she didn't get it. Sarah snorted, "Phoebe, you've been with the Reynolds family for over three years. Have we ever treated you badly?" Phoebe blinked, sensing the accusation. "Sarah, come in."

Sarah ignored Phoebe's gesture and walked straight in.

"Mom, calm down," Taylor said. As she passed Phoebe, she whispered, "Sarah heard the servants talking about last night. She's really upset."

Phoebe pressed her lips together. She thought last night's scolding from Taylor was the end of it. She didn't expect Sarah to find out.

Phoebe brought out two cups of coffee from the kitchen. Seeing Sarah's gloomy face, she didn't dare sit. "Sarah, it's my fault. I shouldn't have fought with Theodore," she apologized.

Sarah glared at her. "Phoebe, did you think about the consequences? What if you seriously hurt Theodore? What would the Reynolds family do?"

Phoebe clenched her fists.

"You didn't think about it because you don't care! We've treated you well despite your background, and now you hit Theodore on the head." Sarah's anger grew. "Kneel down. If you don't realize your mistake today, you won't get up." Phoebe stood still.

Sarah was furious. "I said kneel down. Didn't you hear me?"

Sarah's usual gentle nature, she had a temper when

said to Phoebe, "Phoebe, Sarah told you to kneel. Do you really

bit her lip and

but to avoid making Sarah sicker with anger. Sarah had treated her well.

Sarah said, "You're still not convinced.

intervene, but Sarah cut

at Taylor. "Phoebe, I've been kind to you because I thought you were sensible. If you're ungrateful, then all my

head. "I'm sorry, Sarah.

up abruptly. "Take some time to mull over what you've done." Sarah headed for the door, and Taylor quickly

the house was suddenly quiet. Phoebe, still kneeling, felt drained. She sat back on the

long after, her phone chimed. She grabbed it and mumbled

Ziegler, I'm downstairs. Need

me a

the trip. She put the cat in a cage with its favorite toys and food, then pushed two suitcases out the door. Downstairs, Jack saw

and

week. Take the cat to Golden Apartment and have my

Jack nodded. "Okay."

PR department was taking photos for publicity. Phoebe got out, and Uriel Urena from PR greeted her warmly. "Ms. Ziegler, I heard Mr. Reynolds is going with you. How about a photo for the company website?

"This is a rare chance. If you ask him,

it. Theodore