Theodore''s expression was grim, his fierce demeanor suggesting he mightsh out at any moment. Phoebe shook her head at John, signaling for him to leave.


    John had no choice but to turn and leave.


    As soon as he reached the hallway, he saw several heads peeking out from the door of the anatomy room, all looking at him with anxious expressions, clearly worried about Phoebe.


    Meanwhile, Phoebe remained seated, unfazed by Theodore''s menacing gaze, calmly flipping through a file.


    The next second, arge hand pressed down on the file; the man looked down at her from above, only now noticing she had two hair spirals on her head.


    They say people with hair spirals are stubborn, and Phoebe had two. No wonder her stubbornness made him want to hit something.


    "Where were youst night?" the man questioned coldly.


    Unable to read the file, Phoebe leaned back in her chair,zily looking at the man who was so close that she could smell the crisp scent of mint-his scent.


    In the past, this scent would make her blush and her heart race, but now she felt nothing.


    She crossed her arms and gave a mocking smile. "What do you think?"


    "Phoebe, I don''t have the patience to guess. I went to the Golden Apartment, but you weren''t there." Theodore said furiously.


    He had looked for her all night while she acted like she didn''t care. She had even hit Vanessa.


    Phoebe sneered. "Sorry to have kept you busy all night, Theodore. Why were you looking for me? Wouldn''t it be easier if you just considered me dead?"


    "Phoebe!" Theodore roared, grabbing her cor and pulling her close, his breath hitting her face. "Didn''t that p teach you anything?"


    Phoebe''s expression changed slightly, feeling deeply humiliated. Her innocent eyes burned with hatred, turning red. "Theodore, have I ever told you that I really hate you?"


    ''Hate?''


    The word made Theodore step back a few paces until his leg hit the edge of the table. His heart felt as though it had been shattered, causing him immense pain.


    Phoebe shook off his hand and took a few steps away. Seeing the unfamiliar pain on Theodore''s face didn''t bring her any satisfaction.


    "Get out. I don''t want to see you right now. As for Vanessa, she can do whatever she wants; I won''t care anymore." Phoebe said, turning her back to him.


    Theodore clenched his fist. Looking at her cold and distant back, heughed bitterly, indicting a hint of sorrow.


    "Phoebe, after three years of holding back, you finally told the truth. When did you start hating me? Was it the night I assaulted you or the moment you found out you were pregnant with my child?"


    Phoebe looked out the window, her eyes tinged with sadness.


    That night, he had indeed raped her, but she had eventually given in. She had no grounds to hate him.


    Her pregnancy had troubled her, but she had never thought of hating him.


    It was his relentless aggression that forced her to say the word "hate."


    Noticing her silence, Theodore''s violent emotions began to grow uncontrobly. He stepped forward, closing to Phoebe in a few strides.


    "He grabbed her shoulders with hawk-like eyes fixed on her. "You hate me, but how do you n to escape me? You''re dreaming. Even if I just keep your body, I won''t let you run off with Edward." His face twisted with hatred. In his mind, Edward was his number one enemy. Every argument with Phoebe seemed to involve Edward."


    Phoebe closed her eyes, not understanding why he always brought Edward into their arguments. But she chose not to say anything more.


    Seeing her passive resistance, Theodore''s heart burned with anger. His grip on her cor tightened, but in the end, he simply released her.