Forbidden Passion

Chapter 471 Madison Frames Phoebe

Phoebe was clinging to Theodore like he was her lifeline. Her limbs, all stiff and numb, were finally getting some feeling back, and tears were just streaming down her face. "Theodore, I hit someone," Phoebe blurted out.

Theodore could feel her shaking like a leaf. He kept rubbing her back, trying to calm her down. "Hey, it's alright. I'll take care of it. Don't freak out."

Phoebe shut her eyes, tears still flowing. "I didn't see him. He just jumped out of nowhere. I swear, I didn't mean to."

Ingrid overheard and lost it. "What? You hit my son and now you're blaming him for not following traffic rules?"

Theodore shot her a sharp look and said in a low voice, "The traffic cops will sort it out. Lawton, go find out what's up." Lawton took off in a hurry.

Ingrid, clearly rattled by Theodore, stood nearby, anxiously eyeing the green light above the operating room.

Time dragged on. Theodore helped Phoebe sit on a bench and tried to wipe the dried blood off her hands with a tissue.

However, the blood was stubbornly caked on, refusing to budge. Phoebe hid her hands behind her back, not wanting Theodore to see the mess. "It's fine," she muttered. "I'll take you to wash up," Theodore said, helping her to her feet and guiding her to the restroom.

Ingrid and her husband Yannick Navarro quickly blocked their path, glaring suspiciously. "Where do you think you're going? Trying to make a run for it?"

Theodore frowned. "I'm Theodore Reynolds, CEO of the Reynolds Group. We're not running."

Ingrid and Yannick exchanged looks. They knew the Reynolds Group. If their son Quimby Navarro was seriously hurt, making Phoebe pay would be tough.

off her hands,

Theodore took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his heart aching at the sight

way back to the emergency room, they found Ingrid and Yannick already seated on the bench. The relief on their faces was palpable as

cop in tow."Mr. Reynolds, I brought the traffic police. He'll explain what happened." Lawton stood next to Phoebe

rushed over to the cop. Ingrid's voice was shrill. "Officer, was it

and tried to keep things calm. "Mrs. Navarro, please relax. We checked the surveillance and talked to witnesses. They all said Ms. Ziegler was driving normally. Your son Quimby didn't follow traffic rules and jumped out from the roadside. It's

Quimby always follows the rules. No way he broke

me, you can come with

the CEO of the Reynolds Group. You must've been bribed. Surveillance can be faked, witnesses can be bought. I don't buy it. Quimby, you got hit and sent to the ER, and they're still trying to

at Ingrid, clearly exasperated. "Mrs. Navarro, that's how it went down." Hearing the cop's verdict, Phoebe finally felt a bit of relief. She glanced up at

and kissed her forehead. "It's not your

the emergency room, her voice shaky.

You were driving slow. He'll pull through." Theodore gently

come out to scold her. Yannick had to pull

light in the emergency room finally went out, and the doctor came

ruptured spleen, broken ribs, a busted forearm, and some other injuries. With proper care,

wailing again, "Doctor, he almost died, and you say

but didn't argue. He nodded at Theodore and

seeing Quimby all bruised and swollen. She started crying loudly again, "Quimby, you were fine when you left home. How did you end up like

mouth," Lawton snapped,

hatred. "I said the driver should die, not you. Why are