Forbidden Passion

Chapter 639 Never-ending Struggle

The docs and nurses showed up in no time, wheeling in a stretcher. The crowd parted like the Red Sea to let them through. They carefully hoisted Theodore, aiming to get him on the stretcher.

Phoebe felt a tug on her shirt. She glanced down and saw Theodore's big, strong hand gripping her shirt.

Even though Theodore was out cold, his hand clung to her shirt like he was scared she'd bolt and forget he saved her life. Everyone was staring at her. Under all those eyes, Phoebe slowly took Theodore's hand, gently prying her shirt free.

The place was a madhouse, and she couldn't just leave.

As she finally freed her shirt, Theodore's arm flopped to the side of the stretcher.

A nurse quickly put his hand back on the bed, and the crew rushed him to the ER, vanishing in a flash.

The fans and bystanders, who had been packed together, gawked at Phoebe in shock, except for a few still snapping pics from the edges.

The bodyguards had already formed a human wall, blocking their cameras; all they got was the blood pooling on the ground.

Phoebe's hands were covered in blood. She walked, stone-faced, to the fan being held by the bodyguards, who was still screaming like a banshee. Without thinking, Phoebe raised her hand and slapped the fan. The place went dead silent, everyone staring at her in shock and fear.

The crazed fan's head snapped to the side, a red handprint on her face. Phoebe said in a low voice, "Who sent you?"

The kidnapping two years ago had taught Phoebe that there was no such thing as random hate, only planned attacks.

wild they were, they wouldn't carry

definitely

expected that less than half a month after coming back, she'd

return really pissed

think you can use your resources to make Noah bow to you. I'll protect him. Noah, come to me, I'll protect you." Noah broke free from the bodyguards and Lori. He quickly walked

a split second more, and he would've seen Phoebe get hurt right

never raise a knife to hurt someone," Noah said, his

said in unison, "Yeah, you're not. Noah's fans wouldn't hurt anyone." The fans spoke together, their voices echoing

was. If the news of someone getting hurt made it to the trending

move was to deny this nutjob was

I'm not. But when I stabbed Phoebe just now, why didn't any of you step up to stop me? Don't you all hate her for controlling Noah?" Phoebe didn't want things to get worse. She signaled

warned, "If you have anything to say, tell it to the

crazed fan's shrill curses gradually faded away. Phoebe stepped out from behind Noah, her gaze sweeping over the fans and bystanders with various expressions. She said loudly, "I hope those who recorded videos today won't post them online, or I

online hesitated, but a few stubbornly went ahead and posted it on Facebook

were meant to scare the timid ones. She knew it was impossible to completely stop them from posting

to Phoebe's side, worriedly looking at

have the PR department closely monitor online activity. Activate the first-level emergency plan,

wanted to stay

the fans and reporters dispersed, and

When Theodore was lifted onto the stretcher by the doctors, she saw the bright knife still lodged in his lower back. Blood gushed from Theodore's lower back, like a

hands and