Forbidden Passion

Chapter 596 Keeping Him Out of Her Heart

Evelyn stared at her empty palm, totally confused for a sec, then glanced at Phoebe's pale but stubborn face. She sighed, "Girl, why you gotta be so hard on yourself?" Phoebe turned away, burying her face in the pillow, her defiance even more obvious.

Evelyn took a deep breath, tearing her eyes away from Phoebe. Deciding not to lecture her anymore, she opened the thermos, "You haven't eaten in days. Doc said you can only have some liquid food now. I made you some soup. Get up and have a little."

Phoebe lay still, pretending to be asleep.

Evelyn frowned, opened the thermos, and poured a bowl of soup. She turned to look at Phoebe, who was still lying motionless on the bed. "Phoebe, don't just lie there. Sit up, and I'll feed you."

Phoebe yanked the blanket over her head, totally refusing.

"You!" Evelyn fumed, her temples throbbing with anger. She always thought Phoebe was super stubborn. When she was in a good mood, she was easy to talk to, but when she was upset, she wouldn't listen to anyone.

Theodore came in from outside, hearing Evelyn scolding Phoebe and seeing Phoebe hiding under the blanket. He quickly walked over.

Theodore spoke, "Mom, let me handle this."

He took the bowl from Evelyn's hand and gently placed it back on the bedside table. He said, "You go home first today. I'll stay here with her." Evelyn looked at Phoebe. Maybe she was getting old and losing patience. Seeing Phoebe throw a tantrum made her angry.

Evelyn said, "Theodore, please take care of Phoebe. I haven't been feeling well lately. With Donovan just gone, and now Phoebe in trouble..." Theodore's hand tightened at his side. Whether it was Donovan's accident or Phoebe's kidnapping, he felt an inescapable responsibility.

Theodore comforted, "Mom, don't worry. I'll take good care of Phoebe and make sure she doesn't go hungry."

"Alright, I'll head home then." Evelyn picked up her bag and looked at Phoebe, who was still hiding under the blanket. "Phoebe, no matter how much others try to persuade you, if you don't want to think things through yourself, it's useless. Think about what I said."

Phoebe didn't respond.

feeling exhausted, left the

the bed, looking at Phoebe

had followed him like a shadow. Even though Phoebe was right

Theodore's heart

out. Mom's gone. No one will nag

blanket remained still and

it stuffy under there? If you don't want to see

reality that Phoebe didn't want to

remained motionless. Theodore, afraid Phoebe would suffocate, didn't dare to pull the blanket off. He continued, "The soup is getting cold. Come out and drink it. I'll leave." Phoebe still didn't

lips together. Even though he didn't want to leave Phoebe,

smelled the bitter scent of medicine. She heard the footsteps gradually

blanket, revealing her eyes. She observed for a long time, making sure she was alone in

her back hurt terribly. Even the simple act of

enduring the intense pain. She slowly turned her head to look at the bowl on

the soup bowl first or succumb to

was a rhythmic knock on the door. Phoebe tensed up, seeing the door

his expression cautious. "I suddenly remembered the bowl is too far for you to reach. I'll bring it to you and then leave, okay?" Phoebe's gaze fell to the floor. She neither

his eyes falling on the wide sleeve of her hospital gown.

caught. He remembered the sight of Phoebe hanging silently

spoke, "You're seriously injured. Let

Phoebe didn't respond.

a spoonful of soup, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to Phoebe's lips. The next second, Phoebe slapped the spoon away. The soup splashed on the bed, and the spoon fell to the floor, shattering. Phoebe turned her head away, the words hissing through her teeth.

up at Phoebe. She was trembling, her face pale, and