Phoebe didn't know how she got back to the ward downstairs. She was in a daze, and Theodore's words kept echoing in her ears.

How could Phoebe forget? Theodore had always been a domineering and authoritarian man. In his world, there were only things he wanted and didn't want. If he wanted something, she had to submit it. If he didn't want it, she had to stay far away.@@novelbin@@

Phoebe bit her lip, her hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist. She regretted not punching Theodore's overly handsome face just now.

"Phoebe, what's wrong?" Ruby opened the ward door and saw Phoebe standing at the door in anger, her jaw clenched as if she was about to bite someone. Phoebe quickly retracted her hand, unclenching her fist. "Nothing, has Ethan's fever gone down?"

"Yes, he just sweated a lot, and the fever has subsided. Why did you take so long? The food is cold now. I heard there's a microwave at the nurse's station. I'll go heat it up for you." Ruby turned and walked into the ward, intending to heat up the food for Phoebe.

Phoebe quickly stopped her, saying, "No need to bother, I'll eat at home later."

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