Forbidden Passion
Chapter 126 Fell Free to Come at Me!

She mocked with a smile, "I feel sorry for you, after all, you sacrificed your future to frame me, but in the end, he didn't blame me even a bit."Vanessa's face turned ugly.

Suddenly, Phoebe grabbed her injured left hand, a glint of sharpness flashing in her eyes. "Actually, I feel quite sympathetic towards you. Should I lend you a hand?"Vanessa looked at her distrustfully, trying hard to pull her hand back. Only then did she realize that Phoebe was exerting a lot of force. She couldn't pull her hand back and looked at her anxiously, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm helping you," Phoebe said sweetly. Suddenly, she forcefully squeezed Vanessa's injured palm until she saw blood splatter, staining the bandages red. Then she slowly released her grip. Vanessa retracted her hand.

She looked at Vanessa, her face contorted and pale from pain, and said, "Alright, you can go find Theodore and seek sympathy from him."

After saying that, she wiped the blood stains on her hand onto Vanessa's white nightgown, and then gave her a seductive wink."No need to thank me too much."

Vanessa trembled in pain, glaring angrily at Phoebe's back. "Phoebe, I won't let you get away with this. Just you wait.""Feel free to come at me."

Phoebe sneered and entered the bedroom without looking back, leaving Vanessa's furious roar outside the door.

Vanessa stood in the living room, her face ashen from the pain. She never expected Phoebe to play such a trick on her, making her wounds even worse. That despicable woman!

After venting her anger on Vanessa, Phoebe felt much better. She finished washing up and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Half awake, she felt someone push open the bedroom door. She turned her eyes toward the doorway and saw Vanessa stealthily enter.

Vanessa held a shining kitchen knife, gleaming under the moonlight, and slowly approached the edge of the bed.

Phoebe's eyes widened as she stared fixedly at Vanessa. She wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound. She tried to sit up but couldn't move her body.

She could only watch as Vanessa raised the knife and viciously aimed for her neck."Ah!"

Phoebe screamed and sat up, her heart pounding rapidly. She opened her eyes and looked around, but there was no Vanessa, no kitchen knife, and certainly no blood splattered around. She took a gasp of air, cold sweat trickling down from her forehead. She collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.

That dream felt so real, as if she had just experienced it.She reached up and touched her own neck. Luckily, her neck was still there!

She lay on the bed for a while, recovering her senses. Now she had lost all desire to sleep. She picked up her phone and checked the time.5:50 am.

She sat up, ready to freshen up and change clothes. The living room was quiet, with neither Vanessa nor Theodore present. She stood in the living room for a while before entering the kitchen.

Of course, she wouldn't cook breakfast for them. She heated up a pouch of medicinal, drank it, and then put two more pouches into her bag before heading out.

It was already past 6 am, and the sun had risen, casting a red glow in the sky.

Phoebe entered the office, carrying her breakfast and heading towards the kitchenette. Just as she finished grinding the coffee beans, someone walked in. She looked up and immediately froze.