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.

meant nothing but an eternal

Phoebe called Bryan to see what he

called it a cold case, how

for ages, almost turning into an ice sculpture, before finally driving

had just seen off some

asked, noticing the tea and

friends came to check

at Phoebe, "You've been here for days. I'm better now; you don't need to stay.

be a week since Donovan passed. I want to go to the accident site and

was silver and shimmering, but her face showed little sadness, indicating that Evelyn had buried her

leave a body behind, just like your dad. I don't 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 to me. Otherwise,

luck can't be that bad. If something happens to you,

over and hugged her waist, burying her face in

was joking. Don't take

can you joke about that? Phoebe, you're killing

sorry, I was wrong." Phoebe

but landing softly, "I'll make dinner. After you eat, go home. Don't

with Theodore. At work, they barely spoke except for necessary

shared the same office space, but there was a noticeable

work, they went their separate ways, not

knew she couldn't let go of this grudge or

entirely

the truth about Donovan's death. Evelyn had already lost a son; she didn't want her to live in hatred. Evelyn had just set the table