Forbidden Passion

Chapter 597 I Don't Like You Anymore

In the next few days, Phoebe never saw Theodore when she was awake, but when she was out cold, he'd sneak in and just watch over her, all quiet-like.

The Reynolds family dropped by the hospital a few times to check on Phoebe. She wasn't much for chatting, and it was clear she was feeling pretty down. After that, they stopped coming around, letting her chill and get better. Word about Phoebe's injury got out, and Evan snuck into the hospital to see her, dodging the paparazzi like a pro. When he saw how rough she looked, he almost didn't recognize her.

"What the heck happened to you?" Evan was floored. Was this really the Phoebe he knew?

Phoebe leaned back against the headboard, still looking pale, but definitely better than a few days ago.

With her eyes downcast, Phoebe asked softly, "How are Claire and Noah doing at your company?"

"You left them with me, so of course, I'm taking care of them. But seriously, you're still worrying about others?" Evan shot her an annoyed look.

The entertainment and business worlds were all tangled up. Theodore had raised a cool five hundred million bucks, not giving a damn about Phoebe's life to save Vanessa. This love triangle drama was all anyone could talk about. Evan had heard the gossip too, but the version he got was all twisted. Rumor had it that Phoebe used the kid to force Theodore and Vanessa to split and marry her.

But the kid Phoebe was carrying never made it. Over the years, Phoebe had been clinging to Theodore, refusing to divorce, sticking to the "if I can't have him, no one can" mantra. She was like a clown stuck between Theodore and Vanessa. Now, Phoebe and Vanessa got kidnapped at the same time, and Theodore didn't even blink before choosing to save Vanessa.

This epic love story could move mountains, but Phoebe didn't get taken by the kidnappers and somehow survived, still playing the third wheel between Theodore and Vanessa. It was both sad and infuriating.

Phoebe's lips twitched, "I'm fine; I didn't kick the bucket."

Evan was speechless, glaring at her, "You look like crap. Phoebe, when's the last time you looked in a mirror?"

should

mirror and see this..." Evan stopped, realizing cussing wasn't his style, "Forget it, just get better soon. I still like the sharp

window, her gaze distant, "Don't worry

was breathing, she wouldn't be beaten.

he didn't stick around long. His assistant nudged him, and he left the hospital, leaving the ward in eerie

bit, there was a knock on the door, a knock so unique

creaked open, and a tall figure

lifted her eyes, looking at him

a void in his heart. That day, Phoebe had looked at him with pure hatred

resentment, no expectations, no disappointment-nothing. She looked at him like he

and slowly walked in, his eyes landing on her still

gaze moving to the

"I don't blame you,

responding to his

really not blame

to fend for myself,

hands clenched at his sides, his eyes reddening. "I

mind, he thought, 'I was just delayed by some things. If I could go back to that day, I wouldn't hesitate and would stick to my

fine," Phoebe shook her head slowly, her tone light as if she had completely figured it out. "To you, I've always been a burden. You had to marry me when I was pregnant, and you had to endure being with me for four years. You must've been tired of me long ago. I'm really grateful you came to save me. Unfortunately, I don't have

tone calm from beginning to end, without any hint of anger, as if she were just stating a fact. Without any expectations, there would naturally be no

heart finally sank into