Mrs. Ziegler dragged Phoebe towards the train station. “What little boy? If his family can’t find him, they will naturally look for him. Come with me on the train. If we miss this one, we’ll have to go back tomorrow, and it will delay your brother’s entrance exam. Take care of your skin.”

Phoebe was being pulled by her mother while looking back. “But what about that little boy? He’s still waiting for me to bring someone to save him.”

“Somebody will rescue him. Get on the train quickly.” Mrs. Ziegler was used to doing heavy labor and had great strength. She lifted Phoebe onto the train in one go.

Phoebe was crying desperately but couldn’t break free from her mother’s grip. She watched as the doors slowly closed and the train left the station, moving further away from where the little boy was. “Little boy, little boy” Phoebe mumbled and suddenly woke up from her dream.

Outside, the sky was bright, and sunlight streamed in through the French windows, casting a golden hue. Theodore stood against the light; his lips curved with a mocking smirk.

“What little boy did you dream of?” Phoebe quickly sat up from the couch, seeing Theodore looking down at her with a superior gaze. She remembered the photo she saw last night in Vanessa’s social media circle. “You just got back?” She examined his clothes, realizing he was still wearing the same outfit from yesterday. The shirt was a bit wrinkled, and the pant legs weren’t properly managed.

Suddenly, Theodore bent down, bringing his face close to hers. Their noses were almost touching. In that moment, Phoebe almost thought he was going to kiss her. She reflexively leaned back, staring at him warily.

Theodore naturally had a confrontational appearance, with well-defined features and a high, straight nose. His lips were slightly thin, giving him an inherent cold and unaffectionate look, but he also had a pair of alluring peach blossom eyes. The slightly curved corners of his eyes were like hooks with a touch of springtime charm, easily capturing people’s hearts.

Of course, Theodore wasn’t going to kiss her. His lips lightly brushed against her cheek. He leaned close to Phoebe’s ear and spoke with his low, sexy voice. “Phoebe, In the future, just talk to me if you want a man. No need to look for young boys in your dreams,” he said.

Phoebe’s face blushed and paled at a visible speed, and she was about to push him away when Theodore stood up straight and walked straight into the bedroom. Phoebe gritted her teeth and jumped off the sofa, determinedly chasing after him into the bedroom.

“Theodore, it’s been over two years. When will you let go of your anger?” she followed him into the walk-in closet, but Theodore unexpectedly turned around. She bumped her head against his solid chest, feeling a sharp pain that momentarily stunned her. Before she could react, he pinned her against the wardrobe.

The force was great, and her lower back hit the protruding doorknob, causing her to groan in pain and immediately turn pale.

“Let go of my anger?” The man’s scorching breath accompanied his anger as he gritted his teeth. “That’s impossible for the rest of my life, Phoebe. What do you think you owe me?” Phoebe’s eyes slowly filled with a thin mist, unsure if it was from the pain or his words. “What do I owe you?”

Theodore grabbed her chin with a force that seemed like he wanted to crush it, and he growled in a low voice, “You owe me a child. Do you know how much I looked forward to his arrival?”

Phoebe widened her eyes and suddenly choked up, unable to respond.

“As much as I looked forward to his arrival back then, that’s how much I hate you now, Phoebe. Do you still expect me to let go of my anger?” his voice gradually lowered. The lower his voice, the stronger the hatred.