Forbidden Passion
Chapter 115 Devious Scheme

Phoebe reacted swiftly. As Vanessa lunged to stab her face with the broken bottle, Phoebe quickly grabbed her hand and forcefully diverted the bottle away from herself. Phoebe held her back, cold sweat dripping down. Furious, she shouted, "Vanessa, are you crazy?"

"Yes, I have!" Vanessa ground her teeth; her eyes filled with intense hatred. "Just the thought of you carrying his child once drove me to madness with jealousy."

Phoebe clenched her teeth and held onto Vanessa's hand, trying to wrest the broken bottle away. She didn't understand why Vanessa had suddenly gone crazy. She just wanted to snatch the bottle away quickly and slap some sense into her. "Do you know the occasion right now? Control yourself!" Phoebe was infuriated. She could sense Vanessa's hatred towards her, but she never expected her to attack at this moment.

Vanessa held onto the bottle neck with both hands and forcefully pushed the broken bottom towards Phoebe's face. Her emotions were out of control, as if she would never stop until she disfigured her.

Both of them were grabbing the neck of the bottle, while Phoebe had her other hand on the body of the bottle. She completely didn't notice the hurried footsteps coming from outside the door.

She focused on fighting against Vanessa, putting all her effort into trying to snatch the broken bottle away.

However, at that moment, Vanessa suddenly loosened her strength and directly grabbed onto the broken bottom of the bottle with her other hand. Phoebe happened to exert force, wanting to forcefully take away the broken bottle. As a result, using Vanessa's force against her, the broken bottle stabbed directly into Vanessa's palm. "Ah, it hurts!"

With a miserable scream, Phoebe watched as blood gushed out from Vanessa's palm, pierced by the broken bottle.

"Vanessa!" A tall and straight figure rushed in quickly from outside the door. He pushed Phoebe aside and anxiously supported Vanessa's waist. The handsome and calm face was filled with panic.

Phoebe was pushed back several steps and hit the makeup table with her side. She disregarded the pain and quickly looked at Theodore. "Theodore, I..."

"Theodore, don't blame Miss Ziegler," Vanessa weakly leaned against Theodore's embrace, her pretty face pale from the pain, barely squeezing out a smile. "She didn't do it on purpose."

"Don't speak up for her," the man's brow furrowed, his large hand wrapped around Vanessa's waist, lifting her up. "I'll take you to the hospital, endure it for a bit."

Phoebe followed closely for a few steps. "Theodore..."

Theodore paused his steps, without turning his head, he said, "Phoebe, if anything goes wrong at tonight's charity event, you better wait for me!" After speaking, he carried Vanessa and quickly walked out of the lounge.

Phoebe stood rigidly in place. She saw Vanessa nestled on Theodore's shoulder, looking at her with mockery, her red lips opening and closing. "Phoebe, you've lost again." Phoebe clenched her hands tightly by her side into fists. It wasn't until Theodore appeared in the lounge that she realized she had been manipulated by Vanessa.

She didn't want to stain her face; she only wanted to find an excuse to provoke her. As long as she took the initiative to grab the broken bottle, she would have already stepped into her trap. Then, she would let Theodore see her "malice" with his own eyes.

It had to be said that Vanessa's scheme was too cunning and ruthless towards herself. To achieve her goal, she used any means necessary, not hesitating to target herself repeatedly. Thinking of someone like her as an enemy sent shivers down her spine.

And yet, Theodore didn't even bother to ask any questions; he chose to believe Vanessa. Phoebe smiled bitterly.

Just then, the broadcasting in the lounge sounded, "Miss Fitzroy, it's your turn for the next program. Please quickly go to stage 3 and be ready." The announcement repeated three times before pulling Phoebe back from her self-mockery.