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.

lost, the police's closure meant nothing but an

Phoebe called Bryan to see what

it a cold case, how could Bryan dig up more

up and sat in her car for ages,

the Golden Apartment, Evelyn had just seen off some friends. Seeing Phoebe looking

Did we have guests?" Phoebe asked, noticing the tea and

friends came to check on

here for days. I'm better now; you don't need to stay. Go home tonight." Phoebe plopped on the sofa,

and mentioned Donovan's funeral, "In a few days, it'll be a week since Donovan passed. I want to go to

pang in 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

know what I did wrong. Lost my husband young, now 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

up!" Evelyn snapped, her eyes red with anger, "Don't say that. My luck can't be that bad. If something happens to

with anger, Phoebe leaned over and hugged her waist, burying her face in Evelyn's

take it to heart,"

joke about that? Phoebe, you're killing

wrong."

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

Evelyn about her split with Theodore. At work, they barely spoke except for

the same office space, but there was a noticeable distance

went their separate ways, not interfering with each

let go of this

all, Theodore wasn't entirely innocent

live in hatred. Evelyn had just set the table when the doorbell rang. She asked Phoebe to