Forbidden Passion

Chapter 571 Mr. Reynolds Was Cunning

Patrick swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the ice cubes catching the light just right. He glanced at Theodore, "Why's she digging into you?" "Donovan's dead," Theodore said, like it was no big deal.

Patrick's jaw dropped, "What? How'd that happen? He was the Zieglers' only son."

Theodore paused, then laid out the whole mess. Patrick thought for a bit, "You're screwed, man."

Theodore had tried to set up Bishop, but Donovan ended up dead instead.

Even if he managed to kick Bishop out of Kedora, Donovan's death would always be a wedge between him and Phoebe. No way they'd be together without some serious baggage. Theodore downed his drink, looking all gloomy, "She has every right to blame me."

Patrick asked, "So, what's your next move?"

Theodore poured another drink, the amber liquid reflecting in his eyes, and chuckled bitterly, "No clue, let her dig."

No matter what, he couldn't stand being apart from Phoebe.

Phoebe was right; within a couple of days, the cops called her in. Craig and Phoebe had a long chat, but basically, they talked to everyone who knew Donovan and came up empty. The car had gone into the sea, wrecking all the evidence. They had to call it a cold case and wrap it up.

Calling Phoebe in was just a formality.

Phoebe knew the cops closing the case meant they had no leads and wouldn't find any more evidence, no way to nail anyone.

She signed the papers, accepting the police's closure.

the police's closure meant nothing but an eternal

leaving the station, Phoebe called Bryan to see

cops called it a cold case,

down, Phoebe hung up and sat in her car for ages, almost

Evelyn had just seen off some friends. Seeing Phoebe looking a mess,

Phoebe asked,

"Some friends came to check on

days. I'm better now; you don't need to stay. Go

funeral, "In a few days, it'll be a week since Donovan

her heart. She looked at Evelyn, whose hair, under the light, was silver and shimmering, but her face showed little sadness, indicating that Evelyn had buried her grief within. Phoebe

my son in my old age," Evelyn said, her words cutting deep. Phoebe clenched her fists, "You only have me now, so you gotta be good to me. Otherwise, if

with anger, "Don't say that. My luck can't be that bad. If something happens to you, I won't make it

anger, Phoebe leaned over and hugged her waist,

Don't take it

lightly, "How can you joke about that?

I was wrong." Phoebe

her a couple more times, her hand raised high but landing softly, "I'll make dinner. After you eat, go home. Don't stay here and bother me." she commanded

hadn't told Evelyn about her split with Theodore. At work, they barely

but there was a noticeable

their separate ways, not

she couldn't let go of this grudge or forgive

wasn't entirely innocent in Donovan's

lost a son; she didn't want her to live in hatred. Evelyn had just set the table when the doorbell rang. She asked Phoebe to get the door. Phoebe got up