Forbidden Passion -
Chapter 383 Never Forget
Cindy sat next to Phoebe, took off her scarf, and saw the deep purple marks on her neck. Tears welled up instantly.
"Phoebe, let's go to the hospital, report him for domestic violence, and get you a divorce," Cindy said angrily.
Theodore thought he could bully people because of his power, but Cindy wasn't scared. For a jerk like him, divorce was the best option. Phoebe leaned on the sofa, looking distant. "I can't."
Theodore wouldn't let go, and no law firm in Kedora dared to take on his divorce case.
"How do you know if you don't try?" Cindy asked.
Phoebe remembered Theodore's crazed look in the stairwell earlier and felt a pang of fear.
She swallowed hard, still shaken. "I haven't lived enough yet."
"Phoebe!" Cindy couldn't understand. "I don't believe the law can't deal with him. There has to be a firm in Kedora that's not afraid of him." Phoebe closed her eyes. "Cindy, let me be quiet for a while."
Cindy looked at Phoebe's tired face, feeling pity. "Phoebe, why stay if you're in so much pain? What makes it worth clinging to?" Phoebe's eyelashes trembled. She had leverage but still had lingering feelings.
Phoebe had her pride and her weaknesses. She was pitiful, pathetic, and hateful, but it was her choice.
"Maybe it's because I've never had it, so I can't forget it," Phoebe said.
Cindy felt like crying. She hugged Phoebe tightly. "Phoebe, if it hurts too much, just let go."
Phoebe kept her eyes closed until her eyelashes were wet with tears, and a sound almost like a painful moan escaped her lips.
Patrick dragged Theodore back to the Imperial Apartment, which was empty. Patrick threw Theodore onto the sofa and went to get a glass of water. Patrick looked down at the drunken Theodore. His face was flushed, his expression listless, and his neck was red and swollen under his turtleneck. "Drink some water. If you can't handle it, don't pretend. Phoebe should see you like this," Patrick said, kneeling on the sofa and handing over the glass. Theodore, in a daze, mumbled, "Phoebe, sweetheart."
Seeing him like this, Patrick couldn't help but laugh and cry. "Look at you. I should record this and send it to Phoebe."
Patrick helped Theodore drink the water, spread a blanket over him, and turned up the heating before leaving to prevent him from catching a cold. That night passed peacefully.
The next day, Theodore woke up on the sofa. He stared blankly for a while before slowly raising his hand.
His hand no longer trembled, but he could still feel the excitement of strangling Phoebe, so crazy and so sick.
Theodore wondered if he was ill.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Theodore, holding his head that felt like it was being pricked by needles, fumbled around before finding his phone. "Hello?" Lawton asked, "Mr. Reynolds, got a minute? There's something I need to report."
Theodore lounged on the sofa, his long legs stretched out, sunlight streaming in. "Go ahead."
Lawton mentioned, "We pursued leads on the car accident post our departure from Starfall City. The locals have started providing feedback recently."
"Yeah?" Theodore lit a cigarette, the sound of burning tobacco accompanying his exhale. "Get to the point."
Lawton continued, "We found the SUV that hit you on nighttime surveillance. Someone from Aestrale hired it under a false name. The car was returned damaged, so we tracked down the owner." Theodore, growing impatient, said, "Spit it out."
Lawton replied, "You've met this person before."
Theodore frowned, a name flashing in his mind. "Bishop?"
"Yes, it's him. He drove from Nuw Yark to Starfall City," Lawton confirmed.
The cigarette between Theodore's fingers was crushed. He chuckled coldly. "Alright, if he wants attention that badly, I'll give it to him."
Lawton sensed the danger in Theodore's tone and shivered. "What do you need me to do?"
Theodore replied, "Teach Bishop a lesson. He needs to know the Reynolds family isn't a pushover."
Lawton shuddered, ended the call, and got to work.
Phoebe stayed at Cindy's for two days. When the marks on her neck faded a bit, she put on a turtleneck and went to work.
In those two days, Theodore hadn't called her once, as if he didn't exist.
Phoebe thought, 'Since Vanessa is back, Theodore must be focused on her and doesn't care if I return or not.'
Upon entering the Reynolds Group, Phoebe sensed a disquieting presence. The lobby exuded a somber aura, prompting her to furrow her brow.
Just as she was about to pass security and head to the elevator, she heard sirens behind her.
Phoebe turned to see several uniformed police officers getting out of a car. They walked towards her with a serious demeanor.
The receptionist approached immediately. After an officer presented his credentials, the receptionist quickly called and signaled the officers to head to the elevator.
The scene was so shocking that Phoebe's heart raced with unease. She entered the elevator with them, and the receptionist said, "Ms. Ziegler, they're here to see Mr. Reynolds. Could you take them up?" Phoebe almost doubted her senses. She nodded mechanically, selected the floor number, and then discreetly monitored their actions.
Like most people, Phoebe felt a sense of awe around police officers. She nervously asked, "Officers, why are you seeing Mr. Reynolds?"
One of the officers glanced at her and said, "It's nothing major. Someone accused him of hiring a hitman, so we're here to look into it."
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