Forbidden Passion
Chapter 9 Fertile Lands and Healthy

Phoebe followed Mrs. Reynolds into the living room and saw two large bags of brewed medicines on the coffee table, causing her brow to twitch fiercely. She had always been afraid of taking medicine, especially in such large quantities.

Mrs. Reynolds pointed at the pile of medicine and said, "The medicine has been divided into individual doses. Just take two bags with you every day, put them in your office bag, microwave them for a minute at the office during lunchtime, and drink it half an hour after meals. It's not troublesome at all."

Phoebe: "......"

She didn't know if it would be troublesome, but it would certainly be exhausting to explain.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Theodore leaning.

Chapter 3: Awkward Misunderstanding

As Phoebe watched the commotion from the hallway, an idea struck her. "Mom, are these medicines all for me?" she asked.

"Yes, indeed. Look at how thin you've become. You need to replenish yourself. Just as fertile land allows seeds to grow healthily, you must nourish your body. Stop trying to lose weight for now and eat more. I want you to have a chubby and healthy grandson," Mrs. Reynolds said.

Phoebe blushed at her mother in law's words, but in order to drag Theodore into the conversation as well, she suppressed her embarrassment and hinted, "Mom, I'm sure the doctor has also told you that when it comes to having a child, not only does the land need to be fertile, but the seed must also be of good quality, right?"

Mrs. Reynolds paused for a moment, subconsciously glancing at her son. Whether it was just her perception or not, Theodore, standing in the hallway, looked increasingly weak with his fair skin and red lips.

Could it be that Phoebe's stomach had shown no signs of change in two years because the problem lay with her son?

Theodore felt Mrs. Reynolds scrutinizing him suspiciously. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His mother was truly naive and easily swayed by Phoebe's words.

"I have no problems," Theodore said coolly.

Mrs. Reynolds's gaze became somewhat complicated. "With medical advancements today, hidden ailments can be cured. You don't need to be secretive about it. If there's an issue, seek treatment early, or else it will only worsen." Mrs. Reynolds was close to driving herself into depression. How could such a handsome and capable young man turn out to be all talk and no substance?

Theodore found himself in a predicament, his expression full of variety. Even Phoebe was startled.

She had only been hinting to Mrs. Reynolds that if they were going to take care of their bodies, they should all do it together, allowing Theodore to experience the enchanting taste of the medicine.

Phoebe quickly explained to Mrs. Reynolds, "Mom, that's not what I meant. I mean, Theodore has been working so hard lately. He manages such a large company, and his body can't take it. He needs some nourishment too." After speaking, she continued to hint laugh franticallyanxiously.

Only then did Mrs. Reynolds realize what Phoebe truly meant. She gently patted Phoebe on the back and said, "Look at you, child. If you're concerned about your husband, just say so. IYou've misunderstood youme. Don't worry, I'll see the old doctor tomorrow and get a few prescriptions to nourish Theodore's body."

Theodore: "..."

Seeing the harmonious interaction between the two, Mrs. Reynolds felt overjoyed and hurried to the kitchen to instruct the maid to prepare dinner.

After dinner, Theodore went to his study, while Phoebe returned to her room to take a shower.

When she came out wearing her pajamas, she saw Theodore sitting on the bed, looking at his phone. Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable all over, unsure of where to place her hands and feet.

Theodore raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a calm and deep gaze. "The maid has brought the medicine. Drink it and go to sleep."

Indeed, there was a distinct bitter scent of medicine in the air. Phoebe furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the medicine placed on the nightstand...

Theodore looked at her without expression as she sat down on the edge of the bed, staring dejectedly at the bowl of medicine. "You know that I cannot conceive again, why don't you let me tell them the truth?" "Without trying, how would you know that you can't conceive?" Theodore interrupted.

Phoebe turned around in surprise, meeting his cold and deep gaze. Her heart raced anxiously. "You...you clearly don't want..."

"I don't want them," Theodore interrupted with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. "But I won't let you off easy either. Think about how much it would pain Edward every time he sees our children in the future. Isn't that exciting?" Phoebe looked at him in disbelief. The bright light above illuminated his face, making his handsome and profound features appear even colder and darker. The palpable hatred in his eyes caused her heart to ache. He truly despised her, to seek revenge in such a self-destructive manner.

"Theodore, please don't do this," Phoebe pleaded.

"Do what?" Theodore smiled, a smile devoid of humor, replaced entirely by hatred. "Phoebe, do you dare to feel sorry for him in front of me? Do you think I'm dead?"

No, the one she pities is him. She remembers how he used to be at school, so full of confidence and how he took over the Reynolds Group. He was a shining pearl in the world, but here with her, he had become mired hindered in dust, a secularprofane man consumed by shadows and hatred. He shouldn't and couldn't be like this.

"It's been three years. If you still can't let go, we can get a divorce. Why torture yourself and become so unbearable?" Phoebe said, her heart aching. "Unbearable?" Theodore's anger flared up, and his eyes burned with hatred. "Phoebe, you have the audacity to say those words?"

Phoebe's heart was pricked, and she tried to explain in vain. "I told you, that night, we didn't do anything. I woke up and found Edward lying next to me."

In reality, she had explained countless times over the past two years, but Theodore never once believed her, always holding onto this issue.

Theodore's bloodshot eyes filled with rage as he clenched his teeth, his words bursting out from between them. "Fine, then tell me, why do you have a hickey on your neck? Why did you miscarry the child?"

"I..." Phoebe opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Even to this day, she still couldn't understand why she had miscarried. She went for regular check-ups at the hospital, her body was healthy, and the child was healthy too, showing no signs of miscarriage. That morning she had followed Theodore out of the hotel, nobody bumped into her, she didn't fall, but the child was suddenly gone.

"You shameless woman!,B back then using the pregnancy as a way to control me," Theodore's voice was filled with accusationdenunciation.