Forbidden Passion

The charity evening ended at half past eight, followed by a dinner. Brandon called Phoebe over and publicly praised her for playing the piano well tonight.

Mrs. Reynolds was surprised to see her playing the piano earlier, but today she accompanied Brandon to the event and dressed very luxuriously, not minding that Phoebe's attire was plain. "Phoebe, you have pleasantly surprised us. We didn't expect you to play the piano so well," Mrs. Reynolds said, linking her arm with Phoebe's, showering her with compliments. Phoebe, even though exhausted, summoned her spirits and forced a smile, "I learned a bit from the Vanderbilt family before, but I put it aside when I got busy with my studies." "No wonder I didn't know you could play the piano. Too bad Theodore isn't present. He would have been impressed if he heard you," Mrs. Reynolds said.

Mrs. Reynolds had already heard from Madison about Vanessa's injured hand and Theodore accompanying her to the hospital. Now, seeing Phoebe forcing a smile, she felt a tinge of pity for her.

Madison sneered beside them, "I still think Vanessa plays the best. She's the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition. If it weren't for her injuring Vanessa's hand, how could she have had the chance to go on stage?" Madison's words clearly insinuated that Phoebe was scheming. She intentionally injured Vanessa's hand to replace her on stage.

Mrs. Reynolds frowned, "Madison, why do you say such things about Phoebe? She's not an entertainer. Why would she fight for the spotlight?"

"Of course, it's to steal Vanessa's limelight, thinking that Theodore will notice her. She's such a scheming bitch," Madison glanced disdainfully at Phoebe.

Fortunately, Phoebe was clever; she secretly took a photo of herself with Edward and sent it to Theodore, letting him know how promiscuous this woman was!

"Madison!" Mrs. Reynolds looked displeased, "How dare you speak to your sister-in-law like that?"

Madison pursed her lips, "Phoebe, wait until Theodore comes back. I want to see how you explain yourself to him."

After saying that, she ignored Mrs. Reynolds' angry glare and left with her glass of wine.

Mrs. Reynolds awkwardly looked at Phoebe, "Phoebe, Madison speaks her mind. Don't worry about her. She just idolizes Vanessa too much."

"Okay, I understand," Phoebe said.

Mrs. Reynolds patted her hand, "Phoebe, both Grandma and I are on your side. You should hurry up and have a child with Theodore. Once you have a child, his heart will naturally return to you." Phoebe pressed her lips together and looked at Mrs. Reynolds with hopeful eyes. She...

I feel a lot of pressure in my heart.

Everyone hopes that she will have a child for the Reynolds family, but only she knows that she will never be able to conceive again.

"Mom, I'm a bit tired. I want to go back and rest."

Mrs. Reynolds nodded quickly, "Alright, you go back first. I'll have the driver take you."

Phoebe turned and left the banquet hall. As she walked out of the hotel, she saw a white Porsche parked at the entrance, and Edward leaning against the car door, looking up at her.

Seeing her come out, he hurriedly walked up, "Are you leaving? Let me drive you."

Phoebe shook her head, "No need, I came by car."

"Phoebe," Edward stopped her path, his gaze urgent, "You look exhausted. I just wanted to accompany you. Please don't reject me, okay?"

Phoebe looked up at him, sighed softly, "Edward, I'm sorry, I can't let you drive me. He would be angry if he saw us together."

More than just angry!

That night in the car, he nearly killed her.

Some lessons are learned once and for all, and she didn't want to experience that near-death feeling again.

The light in Edward's eyes dimmed gradually, and he murmured, "Do you care so much about his feelings? What about him, does he care about you?"