Forbidden Passion

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Hubert, Boris, and Noomi messed around outside before hitting the sack. After chugging their bedtime milk, they crashed. Phoebe tucked them in with little towels and grabbed the bottles.

Evelyn, fresh out of the shower and still toweling her hair, strolled into the kitchen. "Hey, when you were playing with Hubert, Boris, and Noomi on the slide earlier, Astrid from across the street came over and quietly asked me for the prescription. Should I give it to her or not?"

Phoebe paused, rinsing the bottles under the faucet. "Did she see Hubert, Boris, and Noomi?"

"Yeah, Astrid's desperate for a grandkid. She's been fighting with her daughter-in-law about it for the past two years. Compared to her, Taylor seems pretty chill and smart," Evelyn sighed.

Phoebe said, "The prescription works differently for everyone. If it doesn't work and causes problems, they'll blame us."

"That's what I thought too," Evelyn agreed. "But Anthony said it could nourish the body and wouldn't cause harm."

Phoebe gave Evelyn a look. "If you want to give it to them, make it clear it can nourish the body, but we can't promise it'll help them conceive."

"Yeah, I was thinking the same. We've been neighbors for years; we should help if we can, right?" Evelyn used to play cards with the neighbors and got to know Astrid that way.

Phoebe knew Evelyn had a good relationship with the neighbors. They'd share local goodies when they came back from their hometowns and looked out for each other.

Now that Astrid had asked, it was hard to say no, but Phoebe still hoped Evelyn would be careful.

Phoebe put away the bottles and dried her hands with a paper towel.

Evelyn looked at her. "You went to the hospital to see Sarah today. How is she?"

Phoebe was speechless.

seen Sarah but had run into Theodore. She rubbed her temples. "Mom, I'm beat. You should get

I'm asking about Sarah. Why are you

to her bedroom, and shut the door. She leaned against the door for a bit before grabbing clothes from the walk-in

a chair, eyeing Theodore, who was lying there like a corpse. "How you feeling

closed his eyes, playing dead, not wanting to

be like that. I rarely visit, and this is how you treat me? It hurts, man," Patrick said,

and glanced at him. "You've seen me. You can go

are you thinking? I go out of my way to set things up for you, and you blow it. Then you take a knife for her." Theodore felt dizzy lying down. He reached out to

Theodore sit up and put a pillow behind him. Seeing Theodore

around, trying not to press on his wound. "Taking that knife for her was just instinct. I didn't expect her to be all

hero," Patrick said, giving Theodore a look of newfound respect. "Are you on some selfless

and his eyes darkened. "If I want her to

his head. "Man, you're really falling for her. Good thing you

"What are you thinking?"

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a flicker of interest but then shook

head shake? You don't want to do it? Think

that," Theodore paused. "Forget it. I can't explain

going to Caneda over the past two years. If you don't

started coughing violently, each cough sending a dull ache through his injured

"Shut up," Theodore snapped.

Theodore's miserable state, Patrick decided not

times, closed his eyes wearily, and his

to say something but then relented. "Fine,