Forbidden Passion
Chapter 63 Call from Mrs. Ziegler

Phoebe was so frightened that his eyes widened and his voice stuttered. "No, no, I can wash it myself."

Theodore nodded a little regretfully, turned and walked out the door.

Phoebe leaned against the wall and exhaled a foul breath. She stood under the shower, and the warm water poured down from the top of her head, washing away her sickness. Theodore answered the phone outside the door. It was Mrs. Ziegler. She had a bad dream in the middle of the night and woke up.

Thinking of Phoebe, who was still asleep, she called and asked.

When she heard that Phoebe was awake, she was relieved, and then remembered the unlovable appearance of Phoebe yesterday. She was a little worried. "Theodore, are you having trouble with Phoebe?" Mrs. Ziegler asked cautiously.

Theodore put his back against the wall and his other hand in his trouser pocket. Looking out of the window at the dark night, he said faintly, "Don't worry about it."

"I know that Phoebe is self-willed and stubborn. Now that you are married, you should take care of more. In fact, she is also very easy to coax."

"Well, I know." Mrs. Ziegler added: "I've been wondering recently if I did something wrong. I shouldn't have come to you and made you responsible for Phoebe." Theodore frowned, vaguely unhappy.

Mrs. Ziegler didn't know, and went on: "I just thought that Phoebe and her brother didn't have a father around when they were young, and they were always bullied by their classmates at school, scolding them as fatherless bastards. I don't want Phoebe's children to suffer like this again. Theodore, if you have a complaint in your heart, blame me. There's nothing wrong with Phoebe. She always disagreed with me to come to you. I made my own decision." "Mom, I don't blame you, and I don't blame her." Theodore's voice is still faint.

Mrs. Ziegler sighed inwardly and wiped her eyes. "Look at me, discussing these trivial matters again. It's getting late, you should rest."

After speaking, she hung up the phone. Theodore lowered his arm, clutching his phone tightly, veins popping on the back of his hand. Phoebe had never agreed with her mother-in-law coming to find him. She didn't want him to take responsibility at all. Or rather, she didn't want any connection with him anymore.

The thought of how she had avoided him like a snake made him extremely frustrated. Phoebe stood under the shower, enjoying the hot water washing over her. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door.

"Phoebe, you're weak. Don't stay in the shower for too long."

Startled, Phoebe quickly turned off the faucet and mumbled, "Oh."

She dried herself off and realized that she had forgotten to bring clean clothes. Standing in the bathroom, she felt a bit at a loss.

The bathroom door was knocked again, and Theodore's deep voice came from outside, "I left your clothes outside the door. Take them yourself. I'll go out and have a smoke."

The steady footsteps gradually faded away, followed by the sound of the hospital room door opening and closing. Phoebe finally breathed a sigh of relief. She hurried to the door, quietly opened it, just a crack, and saw a chair outside with a set of patient clothes on it.

She quickly brought them in and changed. Standing by the washbasin, she blow-dried her hair before returning to the hospital room.