Forbidden Passion

Chapter 592 I Already Regret It

Phoebe in his arms felt like a feather. Her chest barely moved, her breathing so shallow it seemed like she could slip away any second. Theodore's eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. He'd never felt so damn grateful.

Phoebe was still alive!

He shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around her, lifting her up like she was made of glass. He was terrified any little jolt would hurt her. He handled her like she was the most precious thing he'd ever held. "I'm sorry. From now on, I'll protect you. I won't let anything like this happen to you again," he vowed.

When Lawton and the others saw Theodore carrying Phoebe out, they all stepped aside. Seeing her pale face and blood-crusted feet, they turned away, unable to stomach it.

The ambulance was waiting downstairs. Theodore carried Phoebe inside, and the doctor immediately got to work. When she pulled back the coat and saw the whip marks all over Phoebe's body, she gasped. In all her years, she'd never seen a domestic violence victim beaten so badly. Those whip marks had nearly killed Phoebe.

She couldn't help but glare at Theodore, who sat silently beside her. How could this piece of trash who abused his wife sit there so calmly?

Theodore caught her look and shot back coldly, "What are you staring at? Hurry up and treat her wounds."

The doctor had never seen such a brazen abuser. She wanted to call the cops on him right then and there.

She turned her focus back to Phoebe. The blood had dried, and her high-quality shirt was stuck to her wounds. The edges of the wounds were turning white, showing signs of infection.

She needed to separate the fabric from the flesh quickly, or it would grow into the wound, making the infection worse.

be as gentle as I can," the doctor whispered, even though she knew Phoebe couldn't

gloves, grabbed tweezers and scissors, and started carefully cleaning the fabric

touched a spot where the fabric was stuck, she was super cautious. But even unconscious, Phoebe

sat beside her, trying to keep it together. Every time Phoebe moaned, he glared at the doctor. Eventually, he couldn't take it

at the doctor, "Can't you see she's in pain? Be more

pressure under Theodore's intense gaze, sweat forming on

don't you do it? Stop pretending to care. If you hadn't beaten her

until Phoebe was wheeled into the emergency room. The light in the operating room flicked on. Theodore stood in the empty hall, a

hurried footsteps behind him. Someone grabbed his collar and punched

the side, tasting the salty, metallic flavor of blood in his mouth. He looked up at the furious Edward. "Come on, hit

another punch, Lawton and the bodyguards rushed in, holding him back. "Mr. Vanderbilt, calm

was scrambling to raise five hundred million dollars, he knew something was up. He sent people to

earliest flight back. As soon as he landed, he heard Theodore had

He couldn't believe it!

idiot back then. I handed Phoebe over to you,

you. Her suffering today is on me. I gave the person I loved most to a scumbag like you. Even at the brink of death, you didn't save her. How could you

but Theodore's look stopped him. "Let him

Get out. Don't pollute the air here.

with hidden pain. He forced himself to stay calm.

Theodore. "Theodore, I won't let you have Phoebe again. You, who only make her suffer, just wait. I won't