Forbidden Passion
Chapter 267 A Stroke of Luck in Misfortune

Theodore's gaze turned icy as he asked, "What do you mean?"

The doctor felt a chill and explained quickly, "When Phoebe had a sudden miscarriage, it puzzled the obstetrics and gynecology department as well. She had a check-up the day before, and both she and the baby were healthy. It's unlikely for a sudden miscarriage to occur.

Now, her current symptoms are similar to those of the past. It indicated that she might have taken medication that led to the miscarriage."

The doctor's words hit Theodore like a bolt from the blue. He had once believed that Phoebe and Edward were involved, which led to the miscarriage. But now, the doctor was suggesting that there was more to Phoebe's miscarriage. Theodore couldn't comprehend it. He took two steps back in a daze and asked, "How is that possible?"

"I don't know the details, but if you have doubts, you can ask the obstetrician who performed the D&C surgery on Phoebe," the doctor suggested.

Theodore turned to look at Phoebe lying on the hospital bed. Suddenly, he was afraid to face the truth. How would he cope if he had misunderstood her for three years and mistreated her?

"Theodore?" The doctor called his name. Theodore closed his eyes.

Just as he was about to ask him to call the obstetrician, he saw Phoebe's fingers move outside the blanket.

He immediately leaned over and supported himself on the edge of the bed. Phoebe's eyelashes trembled, and her eyeballs seemed to be moving under her closed lids. He held his breath, and after a while, Phoebe slowly opened her eyes. "Help!" Phoebe saw the figure looming above her and screamed for help. She tried to sit up and escape, but the next second, she was pushed back onto the bed by a strong hand. Phoebe was still trapped in the nightmare and struggled violently. "Let me go, help!"

Theodore felt her fear and quickly held her tightly. "Phoebe, don't be afraid. I'm here, I'm Theodore." Phoebe's struggles gradually subsided when she heard the familiar voice. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the man close by. She felt relieved and collapsed on the bed. Theodore felt heartbroken as he looked at her swollen face and the countless fingerprints on it. He regretted not killing Tompson. "Phoebe, you're safe now. Don't be afraid. No one will hurt you again." Phoebe lay quietly, tears streaming down her face. She closed her eyes and asked, "Did he defile me?"

"No!" Theodore answered firmly, "Don't worry about that." Only then did Phoebe completely let go of her worries. She was afraid that the voices she heard before losing consciousness were just her imagination. Theodore lowered his eyes to look at her. The first thing she asked when she woke up was whether she had been defiled. She cared about this, and it was also the result of his influence over the years. The more he cared, the more she cared.

He felt an unbearable pain in his heart and held her tightly in his arms. At this moment, he realized how fragile she was, as if she would shatter with a little force. "I'm sorry I was late." Phoebe didn't know what he was thinking, but she was grateful in her heart. Being slapped and still being able to preserve her innocence was already a stroke of luck in her misfortune.