Forbidden Passion

Chapter 654 Whether to Forgive or Not Isn't That Important

In the room, Theodore started hacking up a storm. The wound on his waist split open, and warm blood started oozing out, soaking the gauze and turning his striped hospital gown a nasty red.

Lawton barged in and saw Theodore slumped against the bed, looking pale as a ghost. He freaked out, "Mr. Reynolds, I'm getting the doc!"

"It's nothing, Lawton. Just handle my discharge papers."

Lawton's eyes went wide, "But you're still bleeding! You can't leave now."

"Just go." Theodore's voice was sharp and no-nonsense, leaving no room for argument. Even though he looked like death warmed over, he was still scary as hell.

Lawton clenched his jaw, went to sort out the discharge stuff, and called a doc to change Theodore's dressing. By the time he got back with the papers, Theodore had already thrown on his shirt and trousers and was sitting by the bed, waiting. Lawton rushed over, wanting to help, but Theodore shoved him away, "I don't need your help. I'm not some weakling."

What a tough guy!

Lawton trailed behind Theodore, watching him walk out of the hospital room with his back straight despite the obvious pain. He couldn't help but feel a bit of respect. It seemed like Theodore had been seriously affected by Edward.

When Theodore got back to the Imperial Apartment, Ollie, now bigger, was patrolling his cat tree kingdom. Hearing the door, Ollie stared at the entrance, all suspicious.

It wasn't until Theodore's familiar tall figure came into view that Ollie chilled out. He jumped down from the cat tree and, with a few hops, reached Theodore's leg.

Ollie rubbed his furry head against Theodore's leg but then jumped back, twitching his whiskers at the strong smell of disinfectant.

After all the fuss, Theodore broke out in a cold sweat. He plopped down on the sofa, looking at Ollie on the floor with a deep gaze.

as heartless

times out of boredom before curling up in

at the empty living room, he felt a dull ache in his chest

had dropped Theodore off at the apartment building. He had wanted to escort Theodore to his door to make sure he didn't pass out in

worry. Theodore didn't look good, yet he insisted on

Theodore really passed out at home, no one would

mind. The more he thought about it, the more freaked out he got. He gritted his teeth and

awake by her vibrating phone. She picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. Having worked with Lawton for three years, she knew his number by heart. Seeing the time, she quietly got out of bed,

you had to call

having dialed Phoebe's number on impulse, was now at

"Uh, Mrs. Reynolds..."

cut him off, her voice icy, "Mr. Brown, Theodore and I are divorced. Just call

out of habit. How could Theodore, who'd been with her for four years, just move on like that? "Sorry, I shouldn't have called, but Phoebe, Mr. Reynolds got hurt saving you. His wound's still bad, and now he's alone at the Imperial Apartment. If something

don't care. Just ignore me. I'll hang up

rubbed her face, feeling a mix of frustration

years, yet he was

it was the late hour, making her feel more vulnerable. For a moment,

Evelyn said, get

shook her head, pushing away the impulsive thought. After a while,

the other end, Grace was probably deep asleep. The phone rang forever before anyone picked up. Just as Phoebe was about to

sat up quickly, "Phoebe, why are you calling so

been discharged and he's alone. I

now. But," Grace hesitated, "are you really not going to check on