Forbidden Passion
Chapter 633 Remain Unmarried for Her

Noomi shivered and snuggled into Phoebe's arms, nuzzling her neck. "Mommy, chill out," she said in her sweet, little voice. "You still remember to tell me to chill? What did we agree on before we left the house? I told you not to run off, didn't I?"

The more Phoebe talked, the angrier she got. When she realized Noomi was missing, her heart nearly stopped, and a bunch of horrible thoughts raced through her mind. She almost lost it. Noomi was so young; if some creep took her, Phoebe couldn't even think about what might happen.

Noomi stayed quiet.

Phoebe took a deep breath, trying to push down the panic. She didn't want to scare Noomi, so she held her tight and walked into the pediatric care room.

Hubert and Boris were already done and chilling in the room, chugging probiotic drinks like they were the best thing ever.

This made Noomi's mouth water. She looked at them longingly, but Phoebe plopped her down on the measuring table without mercy.

A sweet-looking doctor came over and started measuring Noomi's head, height, and all that. Noomi lay there quietly, looking up at Phoebe who was hovering over her. "Mommy, if I'm good, can I have a drink too?" Noomi asked.

"Nope. As punishment for running off, no snacks for a week. Hubert and Boris can have them, but not you. Think about what you did," Phoebe said coldly.

Noomi's worst nightmare was not getting snacks.

Thinking about a week without snacks, Noomi started bawling, crying so loud that the parents outside thought something terrible was happening.

Evelyn couldn't stand it and tried to comfort her. "Noomi, don't cry. If your mom won't give you any, I will. Stop crying, or your face will get all puffy and you won't look pretty." Phoebe cut in coldly, "I said no, and I mean it. Mom, don't spoil her. Noomi, if you don't stop crying, no snacks for half a month."

Noomi immediately went quiet, tears still clinging to her lashes, looking pitifully at Phoebe. Phoebe picked her up and put her in the stroller.

"Let's go home."

Pamela was a bit scared of Phoebe. Today's mess was partly her fault too. Phoebe had told her to watch Noomi in the car, but she still let her run off. Even though Pamela found Noomi quickly and nothing bad happened, it was still her screw-up. She was worried Phoebe might fire her on the spot. Pamela quickly grabbed her bag and pushed the stroller out.

The stroller was custom-made with a high base. As they pushed the kids out, the parents sitting in the hallway all turned to look. "Are they triplets? They're so cute," one parent said, eyes sparkling as she looked at Hubert, Boris, and Noomi. "Honey, they're so cool."

The dad, exhausted from dealing with a newborn for forty days, wasn't impressed. "Alright, it's our turn. Let's go in."

"I want triplets too. It's your fault we don't have them," the mom grumbled, and the blushing dad pushed her into the pediatric care room.

Phoebe's cheeks turned a bit red. She pulled her hat and mask down and quickly followed the stroller out. She didn't want to be the center of attention.

Triplets were rare, and some people might take videos and post them online. Even though she wasn't a celebrity or an influencer, her high-profile return to the country and appearance at the SR boy band's disbandment concert meant she couldn't be sure no one would recognize her.

Phoebe didn't want any extra drama.

Leaving the hospital, Phoebe had planned to take her kids to the amusement park, but Noomi's getting lost today freaked her out, so she scrapped the plan and headed home instead. Phoebe stood by the stroller, waiting for their driver, Guadalupe Diaz, to bring the car around. Noomi, after throwing a fit, was now lying in the stroller, resigned to her fate.

Boris leaned over the middle divider, poking at Noomi, who just sulked and ignored him.

Phoebe watched them, totally unaware that someone was watching them from a window upstairs.

Sarah's health had been going downhill for the past couple of years. This morning, she felt some heart palpitations, so Brandon and Theodore brought her to this private hospital.

They were in the doctor's office, talking about the next steps for treatment. Theodore, feeling a bit claustrophobic, walked to the window to get some air.

When he looked down, he saw a stroller that was bigger than usual, with three babies in it.

Theodore was drawn to Noomi's tiny figure and couldn't help but check out the other two kids.

The other two seemed about the same age as Noomi. One was lying down, soaking up the sun, while the other was reaching over the middle divider to mess with Noomi, who swatted him away, annoyed. Boris, not giving up, kept poking her. Noomi, fed up, turned her back to him.

Theodore watched, totally engrossed, not even noticing someone calling him from behind.

"Theodore, what are you looking at?"

Theodore snapped out of it and walked away from the window. "There are triplets downstairs. It's kinda fun to watch."

"Triplets? Where? Let me see." Taylor was curious too. She walked to the window and looked down, but Hubert, Boris, and Noomi were already getting in the car, and the driver was folding the stroller. "They're getting in the car. I can't see them," Taylor said.

Theodore glanced over. The black business car drove off and quickly disappeared. He felt a weird sense of loss, thinking about how Noomi had bumped into his arms.

Brandon said, "Theodore, come listen to what the doctor has to say. What do triplets have to do with you? You should get married and have a kid to make your grandmother happy."

Since Theodore turned thirty last year, his family had been on his case about remarrying and having kids, but Theodore didn't care.

But today felt different. Maybe Noomi had stirred something in him. He thought having a cute daughter like Noomi wouldn't be so bad.

"No energy," Theodore said coldly.

Vanessa, standing nearby, perked up when she heard Theodore being pushed to get married. But when she heard his response, she felt a bit disappointed.

But it didn't matter. If Theodore wasn't planning to get married, it meant Sandra, like her, wouldn't become Theodore's wife.

Vanessa then thought of Phoebe. Phoebe had made quite a splash on Facebook with her high-profile return a few days ago.

But in Vanessa's eyes, Phoebe was no longer a threat. She had orchestrated that scene herself back then. Unless Phoebe was foolish, there was no way she would ever remarry Theodore.

"What are you busy with?" Brandon said, annoyed. "It's just a matter of providing sperm, not going through a nine-month pregnancy. Are you planning to stay single forever because of the woman who ditched you?"