Forbidden Passion
Chapter 193 They Would Be Even

"You hit her." Theodore glared at her; his teeth firmly gritted.

Phoebe sneered, "That's because she deserved it."

"You!" Theodore raised his hand.

Phoebe was not frightened at all. She held her neck stiffly and stared at his hand hanging in the air, saying, "What, I hit your darling, and you want to hit me back for her?"

Theodore was furious, but no matter what, he couldn't bring himself to slap her. He grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wall. It was like flames of fury were spewing from his eyes.

"Phoebe, don't provoke me. You know, besides hitting you, I have many ways to deal with you!"

Phoebe's face turned pale instantly.

Theodore pushed her away and turned to help Vanessa.

Vanessa nestled in Theodore's arms like a small bird as she looked back at Phoebe and gave her a triumphant smile.

Phoebe gritted her teeth, the heartache spreading through her body. Her back hurt terribly, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. Vanessa's little tricks worked every time, and Theodore always chose to stand by her side. She closed her eyes and went into the bedroom.

In the bathroom, Phoebe took off her shirt. She gathered her hair in front of her, revealing her white back. There were two bruises on her back and waist from hitting the wall. She took a deep breath and stood under the shower, letting the water wash over her body. Sadly, her heart followed the flow of the water as it slowly sunk into the abyss. If she had never fallen for him, she could be indifferent now. But unfortunately, she loved him with all her heart.

This was retribution, wasn't it?

She had once hurt Edward who loved her so much. Now it was her turn to taste the bitterness and pain of love.

When Phoebe came out of the bedroom, she heard Vanessa's kitten-like whimper, "It hurts... Theodore, be gentle, it really hurts."

The sound came from the kitchen. She didn't want to go there, but some unsightly images kept flashing in her mind.

She gritted her teeth, realizing this was her house! What was she afraid of?

If they dared to do anything in the kitchen, she would set the kitchen on fire and let them die as a pair of tragic, desperate lovers.

She went over and saw Vanessa sitting on a high stool. Theodore was standing next to her and holding a towel in his hand.

It was probably wrapped around an ice pack, which was why he was pressing it against Vanessa's face.

They both looked at her with defensive expressions.

"What are you doing here?" Theodore looked at her coldly, his eyes warning her. If she dared to hit Vanessa again, he would not let her off easily. Phoebe smirked and walked in.

They both watched her defensively. Phoebe walked straight to the refrigerator, took out the medicine, and microwaved it for a minute.

She didn't understand why she had to drink the medicine. It was bitter and hard to swallow. Every time she drank it, she felt sick to her stomach for a long time. Theodore didn't care whether she could get pregnant or not.

But she insisted on drinking it every day. Perhaps in her heart, she still wanted to have a child for Theodore, to make up for the regret of the past.

By then, she wouldn't owe him anything, and they would be even.