Vanessa turned to see Lawton looking uneasy. She asked softly, “Lawton, what’s up?”

Lawton chuckled nervously. “Nothing, Miss Fitzroy. I got some breakfast. You should eat. Mr. Reynolds can’t eat right now.”

Vanessa shook her head. “I’m not hungry. I want to stay with Theodore.”

Lawton glanced at the hospital bed. Theodore was awake but seemed out of it.

Lawton set the breakfast on the table. “Miss Fitzroy, you just got off the plane and need to adjust to the time difference. I booked a room for you. Rest a bit. Come back when he’s fully awake.” “No,” Vanessa said firmly. “I want to stay here. He doesn’t want me to leave.”

Hearing ‘leave,’ Theodore tightened his grip on Vanessa’s hand and said anxiously, “Don’t go…”

Vanessa’s eyes softened. “Okay, I won’t go. I’m here with you.”

Lawton glanced at Theodore again and sighed inwardly, ‘Mr. Reynolds, I’ve done my best. Don’t blame me later.’

Vanessa pressed her face against Theodore’s palm. “Theodore, sleep for a while. The doctor said you need rest.”

Theodore, exhausted, relaxed, and drifted off at the word ‘sleep.’

He occasionally woke up briefly but quickly fell back into unconsciousness, losing track of time and space.

In his sleep, Theodore often chased a certain scent in his dreams. It wasn’t a strong floral fragrance but a faint milky aroma, like milk candy.

But soon, the milky scent was overwhelmed by a strong floral fragrance. Theodore desperately tried to find that milky scent again but couldn’t. About three days later, Theodore began to sense his surroundings vaguely. He remembered being in a serious car accident that nearly killed him.

He had been in and out of consciousness, with no memory of his actions, all instinctive.

The day Theodore fully woke up, Phoebe had already been discharged. She sat in a taxi, hugging her arms, head against the window, watching the passing cars.

Donovan sat next to her, and John was in the front seat. They had a flight back to the States that night. Donovan said, “I don’t get it. Theodore’s still in the hospital, and you’re rushing back?” Donovan thought, ‘Instead of making a good impression, you’re giving someone else the chance. Are you thinking straight?’

Phoebe ignored Donovan, slightly tilting her head.

Things were almost settled. Phoebe had John take the two million dollars they won at the casino to the branch office. She would handle the remaining three million.

As Theodore’s wife, Nova agreed not to pursue Donovan’s embezzlement for now, but he couldn’t stay at the company.

Donovan finds himself unemployed. Staying in Starfall City risks retaliation from the casino, so he reluctantly follows Phoebe back to the States.

Phoebe’s phone vibrated, but she ignored it.

The phone kept buzzing. Donovan glanced at her. “Why aren’t you answering?”

Phoebe still ignored him, making the car’s atmosphere tense.

Her phone finally stopped, but then John’s phone rang. He checked the caller ID, and it was Lawton.

John looked in the rearview mirror.

The flickering light cast shadows on Phoebe’s face. The streetlights briefly lit her up, revealing a suspicious glint.

Was she crying?

John pursed his lips and answered, “This is John.”

Lawton said, “John, why isn’t Phoebe answering? Mr. Reynolds is fully awake. Tell her to get to the hospital. He’s really angry.” Lawton had stepped out to make the call.

When Theodore called Phoebe, she didn’t answer, and his face darkened, ready to explode.

John said, “We’re on the highway to the airport.”

“What?” Lawton’s voice rose, hurting John’s ears. He held the phone away and heard Lawton curse.

Lawton added, “What’s wrong with Phoebe? Mr. Reynolds is in the hospital because of her, and she’s rushing back to the States?”

John’s phone couldn’t contain the sound, and the car was quiet. Phoebe heard Lawton clearly, and her eyelashes trembled. “John, give me the phone. I’ll talk to Lawton.” John hesitated but handed it over. Phoebe said, “This is Phoebe.”

There was a moment of silence.

Then Vanessa’s voice came through, “Theodore, the doctor said you shouldn’t get out of bed. Look, your wound is opening up.”

Heavy breaths ensued. Following a prolonged silence, Theodore’s chilly voice intoned, “Phoebe, I am filled with fervor, yet you remain unyielding.” Phoebe trembled and accidentally hung up.

She stared blankly at the screen. Theodore’s voice was weak, but if he could get out of bed, he should be fine. Phoebe could return to the States with peace of mind.

But…

Phoebe wasn’t heartless; her heart was aching.

Theodore stared at the disconnected phone in shock. Phoebe actually hung up on him. How outrageous!

His eyes turned red, and he suddenly threw the phone against the wall, shattering it.

Lawton stayed silent.

Theodore, that was my phone!

However, Lawton didn’t dare say anything. The hallway felt stifling, and standing there was suffocating.

Vanessa was startled by Theodore’s outburst. She supported him and cautiously said, “Theodore, let me help you back to bed. You’re still injured.” Vanessa had been staying in the hospital, keeping a close watch, not giving Phoebe any chance to be alone with Theodore.

God favored those who worked hard. Theodore had been in a daze, constantly calling out Vanessa’s nickname, which made Phoebe very angry.

It made her so angry that she went back to the States.

Theodore’s expression was dark, and he suddenly let out a cold laugh, feeling it wasn’t worth it. “From now on, whoever makes a fool of himself again is an idiot!”