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?"

"Why should

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

the window, her gaze distant, "Don't

long as she was breathing, she wouldn't be beaten. She

so he didn't stick around long. His assistant nudged him, and he left

there was a knock on the door,

creaked open, and a

at

looked at him with pure hatred and resentment,

no expectations, no disappointment-nothing. She looked at him like he was just some random

slowly walked in, his eyes landing on her still pale cheeks. "Phoebe, don't look at me like

shifted slightly, her gaze moving to the empty space

"I don't

knowing she was responding to his plea for forgiveness from that

not blame

I thought you'd leave me there to fend for myself, but you

clenched at his sides, his eyes reddening. "I should've come to save

delayed by some things. If I could go back to that day, I wouldn't hesitate and

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 anything to repay your kindness.

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

heart finally sank into the