Forbidden Passion
Chapter 600 Theodore Cares about Me the Most

After Phoebe got outta the ICU, she overheard a nurse talking about Vanessa. Apparently, Vanessa got stabbed in the gut, lost a ton of blood, but she was gonna be fine. Phoebe figured Vanessa wouldn't pass up a chance to make a scene. Surprisingly, Vanessa had kept it cool, waiting till today to face her.

"Phoebe, you're up. Where's Theodore? Not by your side?" Madison sneered.

Phoebe just ignored her. After facing death, she couldn't care less about petty stuff like this. She could handle Madison's snark.

Madison got ticked off seeing Phoebe staring out the window, acting like she didn't even exist.

Just as Madison was about to throw another jab, Vanessa grabbed her wrist, shook her head, and said, "Madison, my legs are freezing. Can you grab me a blanket from the ward?" Clearly, she was just trying to get rid of her.

Madison shot Phoebe a dirty look and said, "Fine, Vanessa, but watch yourself."

Vanessa patted her hand and let go.

Madison left, and the room went dead quiet.

Vanessa rolled her wheelchair closer to the bed and sighed, "How did we both end up getting kidnapped?"

Phoebe caught a weird hint of joy in Vanessa's voice, not fear.

"Honestly, I never thought Theodore would save me first. When the kidnappers asked for five billion bucks each, I figured he'd save you first, given your four years of marriage," Vanessa said. Phoebe didn't even flinch.

Vanessa kept going, "When they took me for the ransom, I was shocked. At the crucial moment, he chose me over you, despite your four years together. Never saw that coming." Phoebe stayed silent.

Seeing Phoebe's blank face, Vanessa gritted her teeth and kept trying to mess with her.

"By the way, I heard you got hung up and beaten by the kidnappers, almost died. If Theodore had been a bit later, you would've bled out. Lucky you're okay, or I'd feel so guilty." Phoebe's eyes finally moved, and she looked at Vanessa.

She said, "I'm curious. Kidnappers usually want money, not lives. I have no beef with them, so why'd they hang me up and beat me?"

Vanessa felt a pang of guilt under Phoebe's stare and said, "How would I know? Ask the kidnappers."

Phoebe stayed stone-faced, "The mastermind behind the kidnappers is Bishop. I got no beef with him, so he had no reason to beat me to death. But I do have a big grudge with the other kidnapped person, which is you, Miss Fitzroy." "What crap are you talking about? I was a victim, too. You think I beat you?" Vanessa snapped, trying to hide her panic.

Damn it!

How could Phoebe suspect her? She'd covered her tracks perfectly, even Theodore didn't suspect a thing.

Phoebe looked away, not wanting to dirty her eyes with Vanessa's ugly face anymore.

Phoebe spoke up, "Vanessa, I ain't got proof, but I'm not stupid. You've got what you wanted, so stop rubbing it in my face. Push me too far, and I'll end you."

This wasn't just talk.

The sheer intensity in Phoebe's voice made Vanessa flinch. But then she looked at Phoebe's frail frame and got mad again. Why was she scared of Phoebe? "You got no evidence, so you're just talking trash. Phoebe, I'll remember this. If anything happens to me, everyone will know it was you," Vanessa shot back. Phoebe just laughed, a cold, mocking sound.

"Get out!" Phoebe ordered, not wanting Vanessa's toxic presence in her space. Sharing the same air with Vanessa made her feel like she was suffocating.

Vanessa gritted her teeth but knew arguing more wouldn't help her. She threw one last jab, "Phoebe, face it, Theodore cares about me the most. Stop living in a fantasy." With that, Vanessa wheeled herself out of the room.

Phoebe sat by the bed, and as the door slammed shut, her straight posture crumbled.

She closed her eyes, exhausted.

For the past two days, every quiet moment was filled with memories of the kidnapping. From the moment she met Vanessa, the kidnappers had her in their sights. Phoebe stayed at the coffee shop till it closed, then hit up a nearby convenience store for an hour. After leaving the store, she was already being watched.

They picked a deserted spot, knocked her out, and took her away fast.

The kidnappers' plan was tight and their actions quick, definitely not a spur-of-the-moment thing. Someone had to be feeding them info.

After she was taken, they hung her up. Only two kidnappers came into her room, both using voice changers.

The one who whipped her was smaller than the other, and the voice sounded more feminine.

Phoebe was too scared to think at the time, but later she realized she never heard Vanessa scream.

The kidnappers whipped her but left Vanessa alone. How did that make sense?

Unless Vanessa was in on it, then it all added up.

Phoebe knew this but didn't want to tell anyone.

Because if she did, people would think she was nuts. Vanessa was hurt too, so how could she be an accomplice? Suddenly, the door flew open, and Cindy rushed in.

"Phoebe, why didn't you tell me about this?" Cindy hurried to the bedside, looking at Phoebe's pale face, almost crying.

Cindy had been home for the New Year and only heard about the kidnapping when she got back.

Phoebe looked up at Cindy and gave her the first smile since the ordeal, "I'm fine. See, I'm still here. Don't cry."

"Is this what you call fine?" Cindy was pissed but didn't want to yell at Phoebe. "Damn Bishop, he better stay out of Kedora, or I'll kill him." Phoebe pulled Cindy to sit by the bed.

"Alright, it's over. Don't be mad. If you get sick from anger, I'll be heartbroken," Phoebe said, trying to comfort her.