Forbidden Passion
Chapter 439 Phoebe is a Dangerous Element

Phoebe felt uneasy, especially with Theodore's obvious hints making her stomach churn. She wriggled out of his embrace, her clothes already a mess.

"I'll use the other bathroom," she said, quickly escaping. Theodore leaned lazily on the sink. He hadn't planned on forcing her today; otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten away. He closed his eyes, thinking, 'When will she willingly fall into my arms?'

After showering, Phoebe felt more clear-headed. She lingered in the living room, afraid to go back to the main bedroom in case Theodore was still awake.

She squatted by the cat house. Ollie was sprawled out, looking content. Phoebe envied him.

"It's better to be a cat. No worries, just eat and sleep," she muttered.

Humans had too many emotions and desires, most of which caused trouble. It was hard to be emotionless and desireless.

Phoebe couldn't let go of many things: her career, love, family, and friends. They were all essential parts of her life.

She sat down by the sofa and soon fell asleep, hugging a pillow.

Not long after, Theodore came out of the bedroom and silently walked into the living room. Male animals naturally disliked each other.

Ollie, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly opened its eyes. It quickly stood up and bared its teeth at Theodore.

Theodore was speechless.

Another ungrateful little creature!

He glared at Ollie. Sensing danger, Ollie fluffed up and shrank into a corner.

Satisfied, Theodore covered Phoebe with a thin blanket and went back to the bedroom.

Phoebe returned to work at the Reynolds Group for a week and got back into the workflow smoothly. The only issue was Theodore's constant watchful eye. She was busy with work and also visited Taylor in the hospital a few times.

Taylor's head injury had almost healed. The doctor suggested several times that she be discharged, but Taylor kept saying she felt unwell, dizzy, and weak.

Multiple diagnoses showed Taylor's body was fine, with no concussion or illness. Finally, the doctor said she might have a psychological issue.

Brandon's infidelity had hit Taylor hard. She avoided Brandon altogether.

Phoebe understood Taylor's feelings. Discovering her beloved husband had been cheating for over a decade shattered her emotions and trust. It was natural for Taylor to struggle with it.

"Mom, the hospital is really crowded. I came from the general ward, and the hallway is full of beds with many patients," Phoebe said.

"Why are they in the hallway?" Taylor frowned.

"No enough beds, and too many patients. How about we free up your room for those in need?" Phoebe suggested.

Taylor glanced at her. "Are you trying to get me to leave the hospital?"

"It's not comfortable here. If you don't want to go back to the estate, you can come to the Imperial Apartment. If you're worried about us disturbing you, you can go to the West Mountain Villas. Riley can take care of you. How does that sound?" Phoebe asked gently.

Phoebe saw right through Taylor's hidden thoughts. Taylor glared at her and said, "Phoebe, you're so smart. How come you can't handle things with Theodore?"

Phoebe lowered her head. She knew what Taylor was thinking but couldn't figure out Theodore.

Over the years, Theodore had always been distant. Whenever Phoebe thought he had feelings for her, he'd do something to make her feel like she was imagining things.

This happened so often that Phoebe stopped hoping.

Seeing Phoebe's silence, Taylor sighed and said, "Phoebe, think about what you want. Only when you know what you want can you go after it, right?" Phoebe nodded.

Taylor patted her shoulder and said, "Handle my discharge papers. I'm going back to the estate."

Phoebe looked up, surprised.

Taylor gave a bitter smile. "I know what I want. I won't avoid it, be defeated, or let that woman win!" Phoebe stared at her, amazed.

At that moment, Taylor seemed incredibly powerful, almost glowing with determination.

Taylor knew what she wanted. After avoiding it for so long, she decided to return to her family and fight for it.

Phoebe thought, 'What do I want?'

Phoebe went downstairs to handle Taylor's discharge. The elevator stopped on the next floor, and a wheelchair was added outside. Vanessa was sitting in it.

Ruby had planned to take Vanessa downstairs for some sun. Seeing Phoebe in the elevator, Ruby got nervous and tried to push the wheelchair away.

Ruby still remembered Phoebe's warning and was afraid of another clash.

Now that Phoebe was in good shape, if she did something to Vanessa, Ruby might not be able to stop her. Better to stay away from this dangerous Phoebe.

But Vanessa held the wheelchair, smiled at Phoebe, and said, "What a coincidence, Ms. Ziegler."

Phoebe squinted and replied, "It is quite a coincidence. Miss Fitzroy, going downstairs for some sun? Come in."

Ruby felt a chill seeing Phoebe squint. She quickly found an excuse, "Vanessa, I forgot your scarf. Let's take the next elevator."

Phoebe stared at the scarf around Vanessa's neck and asked, "Isn't the scarf around her neck, Miss Adams? What? Are you afraid of me?"

Ruby's legs were trembling. She had seen Phoebe go crazy before, so how could she not be afraid?

She cleared her throat and said, "Well, I'm sorry to bother you."

Ruby reluctantly pushed Vanessa in. It was too crowded, so Phoebe stepped back and stood behind them.

The shiny metal wall of the elevator reflected their images. Ruby felt a prickling sensation on her back. She gripped the wheelchair handles tightly and said, "I haven't had a chance to congratulate you on your promotion and raise, Ms. Ziegler." Phoebe chuckled and asked, "Miss Adams, are you mocking me?"

Ruby's back was covered in cold sweat. She stared at the elevator's display screen, which hadn't stopped. The short ten seconds felt like an eternity.

Ruby was terrified that in those few seconds, Phoebe might suddenly pull out a knife and kill her and Vanessa in the elevator.