Forbidden Passion
Chapter 321 Do Not Test My Patience

Phoebe gritted her teeth as she stared at the photo of the man eating spaghetti, recalling what Cindy had just told her. She let out a cold laugh and blocked Vanessa on WhatsApp. She slipped her phone into her bag, glanced up at the apartment building under the night sky, and then turned to leave.

She took a cab to the Golden Apartment and sent John a WhatsApp message: [Forget what I said earlier. I am drunk and talking nonsense. No need to send anyone to Vanessa's apartment.] She thought to herself, 'Exposing Theodore will only embarrass myself, so it isn't necessary.'

When Phoebe arrived at the Golden Apartment, Evelyn was worried. When Phoebe returned, Evelyn peered behind her. Seeing no one, she asked, "Why are you here alone so late?"

Phoebe pretended not to notice that her mother was looking for Theodore. She said, "I was just having dinner nearby. I didn't want to return since it was too late. So I had someone drop me off here." "That's not acceptable. You're married now. No reason to stay away from the Reynolds household at night," Evelyn said.

Phoebe changed into slippers at the door and walked in. She sat on the sofa, grabbed a throw pillow, and hugged it. "I'm already here. Are you going to send me back?"

"I'll call Theodore," Evelyn said, reaching for the phone on the table.

Phoebe quickly grabbed the phone first, glaring at Evelyn with displeasure. "I'm just staying for one night. He won't mind."

Evelyn looked down at her. "Phoebe, it's not a good habit for married couples to stay out all night. Staying here one night and then again gives the heart restlessness."

"Mom, can you stop nagging?" Phoebe had enough of Evelyn. Every time she came, Evelyn would nag endlessly.

Exasperated, Evelyn poked Phoebe's forehead with her finger. "If you don't want me to nag, stop being ridiculous. Tell me, Madison said you were with Edward the night before your miscarriage. Is that true?" "It's true." Phoebe admitted without intending to hide it from Evelyn.

No sooner had Phoebe admitted it than Evelyn rushed over, snatched the pillow from her arms, and started hitting her with it. Although it didn't hurt, Phoebe felt it was insulting. Phoebe dodged and shouted, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"How dare you ask me that? No wonder Theodore has been indifferent to you these past few years. If I were him, I couldn't tolerate a wife like you either," Evelyn fumed. Evelyn couldn't believe that Phoebe had done something so outrageous. It made her furious.

When Phoebe hid behind the sofa, Evelyn chased after her, cursing and wishing she had never given birth to a daughter.

Phoebe ran around the sofa several times. When Evelyn couldn't run anymore, she pointed at Phoebe and said, "Stand still. I'm going to teach you a lesson today."

Hearing Evelyn panting heavily, Phoebe said, "Can you let me finish explaining?"

"You have no excuse," Evelyn said, one hand on her hip. She was dizzy from all the running and realized she was truly getting old. Neither the son nor the daughter can control it.

"That day, I went to a class reunion and was set up. Someone spiked my drink with hallucinogens. I'm allergic to hallucinogens, which caused the miscarriage," Phoebe quickly explained, fearing for Evelyn's health. Evelyn's eyes widened in shock. "Who would be so wicked? Aren't they afraid of God's punishment?"

Phoebe thought to herself that if the person were afraid, they wouldn't have dared to spike her drink.

But Evelyn quickly caught on and said, "If you were drugged, how did you end up with Edward?"

Phoebe pressed her lips together, realizing she couldn't hide anything from her mother. She then recounted the events of that day in detail, which made Evelyn extremely angry.

"How could Edward be so impolite? You're married, but he still..." Evelyn couldn't bring herself to say anything harsher, given that she had watched Edward grow up.

Phoebe lowered her eyelashes and remained silent.

Evelyn sighed. "Consider what you owe him paid off. From now on, don't have any more dealings with him, do you hear me?"

Phoebe said nothing.

Evelyn continued, "It's late. Go to bed. I'll sit here for a while."

Evelyn sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow. She remembered how Phoebe suddenly couldn't eat and would vomit at the smell of fish. Having had two children herself, she knew immediately that Phoebe was pregnant.

Evelyn had dragged Phoebe to the hospital for a check-up, only to find out that Phoebe was already three months pregnant. Evelyn had assumed the child was Edward's and had wanted to take Phoebe to the Vanderbilt family to confront Edward.

Phoebe had no choice but to tell Evelyn the truth: the child wasn't Edward's. It was Theodore's.

Evelyn's feelings at that time were just like they were now.

Phoebe knew this situation was a huge blow to Evelyn. She put down Evelyn's phone and slowly walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She didn't even bother to wash up and just lay down on the bed, stiff as a board. Evelyn sat in the living room for a long time until the phone rang again. Seeing the caller ID, she felt a bit nervous.

She stared at the phone for a while before finally making a decision.

She couldn't let Phoebe be looked down upon by Theodore any longer. So, she decided to handle Donovan's matter herself, even if it meant selling the house or her organs. Phoebe left after breakfast the next morning. She had a work appointment nearby and returned to the office in the afternoon.

As soon as she stepped into the company, she felt a heavy atmosphere.

Phoebe frowned, noticing that everyone seemed to be tiptoeing around her as if avoiding a ghost. It was very strange.

John quickly approached her and whispered, "Miss Ziegler, I called you, but you didn't answer. Mr. Reynolds's been waiting for you in your office all morning." Phoebe coldly asked, "Why's he here?"

"I don't dare ask," John replied. Theodore looked very unhappy, and his presence in the office had everyone too scared to make a sound.

Phoebe didn't hinder John. She walked to her office door and saw Lawton standing outside. They nodded to each other before Phoebe pushed the door open and went in. Theodore was sitting in Phoebe's office chair with a pile of documents on the desk, likely brought down by Lawton from upstairs.

Phoebe hung her coat and bag on the coat rack and turned to meet Theodore's cold, piercing gaze. "Where were you last night?" Phoebe sneered. "No need to explain."

"Phoebe!" Theodore immediately stood up, his fierce eyes seeming to want to tear her apart. "Do not test my patience."

Phoebe leaned on the desk and glared back forcefully. "I'm not afraid of you."

A surge of anger rose in Theodore's chest. He was furious. With a sweep of his hand, he knocked everything off the desk onto the floor.

Gritting his teeth, he pointed at her. "Phoebe, good job. Don't think I can't deal with you. Lawton!"

Lawton and John were standing outside the door. Hearing Theodore's voice, Lawton immediately entered, not daring to look at the enraged Theodore. "Mr. Reynolds." Theodore stood up straight, enunciating each word through gritted teeth, "Notify everyone. Ban Noah from performing on stage!"