Forbidden Passion

Chapter 642 Hatred for Phoebe

In the ICU, Theodore was out cold on the hospital bed, looking even paler than the sheets he was lying on.

That fruit knife had jabbed right into his side. Lucky for him, the blade was dull and didn't mess with his kidneys; otherwise, he wouldn't be chilling in the ICU right now. The machines kept beeping as the nurse finished up with Theodore. She was about to bounce when the door got slammed open.

The door smacked the wall, making it shake.

The nurse frowned and looked over, spotting a frantic woman stumbling in. Sandra tossed her fancy Hermès bag onto a chair and rushed to the bedside. "Theodore."

The guy on the bed, deep in dreamland, frowned like the noise was bugging him. The nurse quickly said, "Miss, keep it down. He's lost a lot of blood and needs rest." Sandra's eyes were all red. She turned and glared at the nurse, "Get out!"

The nurse, not knowing who Sandra was, hesitated, not sure if she should leave. Sandra got up, walked over, and shoved her out.

The nurse didn't even get a word in before the door shut in her face. She rolled her eyes and walked off.

Sandra went back to the bedside and saw Theodore frown and slowly open his eyes. Her fierce look softened into one of tearful concern. "Theodore, you're awake. How do you feel? Does it hurt?"

Theodore looked confused, his eyes locking onto Sandra's as he tried to lift his hand.

"Phoebe, don't cry. It doesn't hurt."

Sandra's face twisted for a second. She always knew Theodore saw her as a stand-in for Phoebe, which made her hate Phoebe even more.

it no matter how hard she tried. How could she not hate

Theodore's hand and pressed it to her face, tearfully saying, "Theodore, you scared me to death. What would I

really seeing who was in front of him. He closed his

of Sandra's hand, like he was holding onto the

tight could he feel

up at him. His eyes were closed, missing their

sleeping face was

his straight nose to his pale, sharp lips. He had let her stay by his side for two years and claim they were a couple, but they had never even held hands, let

Theodore's lips, her throat tightening. Just as she

quickly stood up straight, turning

Sandra, and seeing her posture, a cold sneer curled her lips. "Ms. Ramirez, what were you

back into the chair and lazily said, "What are

got hurt, so I came to check on him." Vanessa walked in and placed the flowers she was holding on the bedside table. Vanessa looked down at Theodore. "What did the

as she arrived, touched her nose

frowned at her. "Is that what

though Theodore was all about Phoebe now and didn't give a damn

how

you're not happy with my answer, go ask the doc yourself. I don't have time to explain it to you." Sandra

Sophia and James, were university professors, and the Fitzroy family was prestigious. She looked down on Phoebe. But in front of

don't have time to ask the doc, but you have time to steal a kiss from an injured, unconscious guy. Does