Forbidden Passion
Chapter 671 Creating Something from Nothing

Phoebe never really thought about tracking down the biological father of her kids. A guy who can afford a penthouse suite has to be either loaded or powerful, and that was not someone she wanted to mess with. Besides, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi were the best gifts she could ever ask for. From the moment she decided to have them, they were her precious treasures.

Call her selfish or whatever, but she didn't need anyone else to help raise her kids. She'd work her butt off and love them with everything she had.

She'd double up on the love to make up for the fatherly affection the triplet were missing.

Evelyn looked at Phoebe's stubborn face and sighed, "I'm just worried. You're running such a big company now. What if some reporter digs into your past and finds out that their dad was involved in some shady stuff? People might gossip about them in the future."

"Mom," Phoebe rubbed her temples, "You're overthinking it. I'm not a celebrity. Why would reporters care about my life?"

"Who knows?"

Phoebe patted Evelyn's back, "Don't worry. I promise, even if reporters find out about Hubert, Boris, and Noomi, they won't be able to trace back to their dad. Trust me."

Evelyn looked at her suspiciously, "Why are you so sure? Do you know who their dad is?"

"How would I know?" Phoebe was amazed at Evelyn's sharpness.

Evelyn stared at her for a bit before saying, "You better not know. If you do and don't tell me, just wait and see what I'll do."

Phoebe was a bit scared of Evelyn. She pushed her out of the bedroom and said, "Alright, it's getting late. We need to pack for the move tomorrow. You should get some sleep."

Evelyn was pushed out of the bedroom. Standing at the door, she said, "Astrid just told me her brother's son has been divorced for two years and is a manager at a foreign trade company. Do you want to meet him?" "Mom, do you think I'm short of money or love?" Phoebe asked.

"I'm busy. If I had time for a blind date, wouldn't I rather take a nap?" Phoebe had been so busy lately that she had no time to think about personal stuff.

"Alright, I'm not going to deal with this anymore." Evelyn slapped Phoebe on the shoulder in frustration and walked away angrily.

Phoebe leaned against the door frame, chuckling softly. Evelyn's angry look was kinda cute. She stood there for a while before heading back to the bedroom.

The kids had finished a big bottle of milk and were sprawled out on the bed, their round bellies exposed, sleeping soundly.

Phoebe knelt on one knee on the bed and gently pulled the bottles from their mouths. They stirred a bit but soon fell back into a deep sleep.

Phoebe watched them for a while, feeling satisfied, before getting up to wash the bottles in the kitchen.

Early the next morning, Cindy showed up with some bread and eggs. Evelyn opened the door for her, "You're here, Cindy. Come on in. Why did you bring so much food?"

"Aren't you moving today? I figured you wouldn't have time to make breakfast, so I brought some. Where are Phoebe and her kids?" Cindy asked as she changed into slippers at the door.

Evelyn nodded towards the bedroom, "They're still sleeping."

"Let them sleep a bit more. Evelyn, I'm here to help with the move. Is there anything left to pack? I'll give you a hand," Cindy said as she walked into the living room.

The living room was filled with several large cardboard boxes, packed with Hubert, Boris, and Noomi's toys and clothes. They looked pretty heavy.

"No need, I've almost finished packing. The villa has everything we need. Phoebe said we'll come back for anything else later."

"That works. The Empire State Building isn't far from Golden Apartment. It's easy to come back if needed."

Cindy plopped down on the sofa, and Evelyn poured her a glass of milk. Cindy thanked her and took it quickly.

Evelyn sat next to her and started chatting, "Cindy, do you have a boyfriend?"

Cindy almost choked on the milk and quickly said, "Yes, I do!"

Evelyn's familiar tone made her scalp tingle. Even if Cindy didn't have a boyfriend, she would have made one up on the spot.

Evelyn nodded in satisfaction, "That's great. Can you tell me about your boyfriend?"

Cindy laughed awkwardly, "Evelyn, I'll go check if they're awake. You should eat something before it gets cold."

Evelyn watched Cindy quickly put down the milk and slip away. She sighed, missing out on some juicy gossip.

Cindy rushed into the master bedroom, almost bumping into Phoebe, who had just gotten up. They stared at each other, and Phoebe glanced behind Cindy, "Who's chasing you? Why are you running so fast?" "No one," Cindy patted her chest, still shaken, "Evelyn was interrogating me. My brain almost short-circuited, so I ran."

Phoebe smiled knowingly, "She was urging me to go on a blind date last night, but I refused. Just take it as a sign of elder care." Cindy said, "Can I refuse?"

Phoebe patted her shoulder, "Once you get married, she won't bug you anymore."

Cindy shivered, "Phoebe, promise me, when we get old, we won't become such elders."

"It's just a bit of fun." Phoebe shook her head, laughing.

Cindy had been enjoying herself in Kedora for the past few years. Even if her family wanted to urge her to find a boyfriend, they couldn't reach her. Cindy was used to her freedom and could easily wait until she was over thirty. "Godmother?" A soft voice came from the bed.

The bedroom curtains were drawn, and only a sliver of light from the doorway illuminated the children sitting on the bed.

Cindy's heart melted at the sound. She quickly walked over, smiling, "Let me see which little one is awake?"

"We're all awake." Hubert, Boris, and Noomi all poked their heads out from under the covers, calling out happily, "Godmother, good morning."

Phoebe went to open the curtains, letting the sunlight chase away the darkness.

The bright light made the children squint their eyes, looking adorably endearing. Phoebe walked to the bed and watched Cindy help the three little ones get dressed.

"I bought your favorite toast. Whoever gets dressed first gets to eat first."

Hearing this, they quickly got dressed. In no time, they slid off the bed, put on their slippers, and ran out of the bedroom one after another.

Cindy sat on the bed, watching the three children run off without looking back. She laughed, "They really are little foodies."