The doctor wasted no time, he quickly fetched a pair of tweezers to meticulously remove the shards of glass embedded in Vanessa’s palm, it was so painful she nearly passed out.

Once her wound was bandaged, Vanessa’s already pale face turned ghostly white. Theodore scooped her up and carried her back to the car. Ruby moved to follow, but Vanessa gave her a look, and Ruby quickly improvised. “Theodore, please take care of Vanessa. She left her bag at Todi Stadium in the rush-I need to go back for it.”

“Alright,” Theodore replied as he closed the car door. At the same moment, Jack drove out of the hospital.

Inside the car, Theodore pulled out his phone and opened WeChat, only to be greeted by a photo of Phoebe and Edward smiling at each other. His grip on the phone tightened, a storm brewing on his handsome face.

Vanessa leaned back in her seat, noticing Theodore was down. She whispered “Theodore, just take me to the hotel, please. My mom just had a heart bypass, and she’ll worry if she sees my hand like this.” “You’re too injured for a hotel.” Theodore frowned deeply.

Vanessa’s eyelashes fluttered pitifully as she looked down. “But I don’t want to worry about her, she fell ill because of me.”

After a moment, Theodore instructed Jack. “Head to the Imperial Apartment.”

Jack internally gasped, knowing that Theodore only had one apartment at Imperial, the one he shared with Phoebe. Was he bringing Vanessa there, risking a confrontation?

“Mr. Reynolds, should we notify Mrs. Reynolds?” Jack asked cautiously, impressed by Theodore’s boldness.

Theodore scoffed, “It’s my place. I don’t need to inform anyone about who I bring home.”

Jack had no comeback, silently turning the car toward Imperial Apartment.

A flicker of surprise crossed Vanessa’s eyes. She hadn’t expected Theodore to take her straight to the Imperial Apartment. She wondered how Phoebe would react upon seeing her.

Theodore, his was mind in turmoil, noticed a video sent by Christopher and tapped it open. The ethereal sound of a piano filled the car.

Vanessa’s heart skipped a beat as she glanced at his phone.

In the video, a girl in a pink dress sat at a piano, bathed in light, her eyes closed as notes cascaded from her fingers. Anyone who knew piano understood the difficulty of controlling the rhythm of “Love Song,” and Vanessa was no exception. To convey the celestial sound of such an emotional piece required over a decade of piano skills.

She recognized the piano and the backdrop from the video, it was from tonight’s charity gala. She had planned to deal a blow to Phoebe’s career and love life by her absence, expecting the piano performance to be canceled. But someone had stepped in to save the day.

As “Love Song” reached its crescendo, the piano’s urgency and rich emotion gripped the audience.

At the end of the performance, the pianist stood and bowed, and Vanessa finally saw her clearly, it was Phoebe!

Her face darkened, her mind a whirlwind of shock. Why was it Phoebe? How could she play the piano?

Theodore was equally surprised. This woman, shining brighter than the light itself, was Phoebe. He never knew she could play. What else was she hiding from him?