Chapter 477 On the ride back, Colin and Phoebe were seated in the back, and I realized there was no place foras I attempted to get in.
Phoebe had this resistant vibe, her aura heavy. She glanced at Bran and, quite effortlessly, tilted her chin upwards, signaling him to close the door for her.
Bran, almost reflexively, shut the door and then paused, as if surprised by his own action.
I remained silent, standing still.
"My driver will take you guys back," Naomi emerged and spoke.
Bran glanced at me, "I'll stay with you." Finn took the passenger seat, and Robin drove off.
I looked towards Colin, but he never looked back at me.
Him and Phoebe, they really did seem like a match.
But who really was Phoebe? "So, what do you think about this Phoebe situation?" Bran asked as we got into Naomi's car.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Right now... I can't really tell who the real Phoebe is," I said, glancing at the driver through the rearview mirror. Bran didn't push further; after all, we were in someone else's car, not exactly a safe place for such discussions. "But Colin, he seems convinced she's the real Phoebe. Naomi knows Colin well; she seems aware that anything to do with Phoebe will drive Colin to irrational choices, unconditionally siding with Phoebe," I whispered, fingers tapping lightly on my leg.
Bran watched my fingers but said nothing.
Naomi's driver dropped Bran andoff at Colin's mansion. Robin had already arrived with the others.
Colin got out of the car, and Phoebe naturally reached out, expecting Colin to assist her.
Colin lifted his hand, grasping her wrist, and helped her down.
In the yard, Howler was barking restlessly, but quieted the moment he saw Phoebe, looking almost shocked, then glanced atas I stepped out of the car.
"My Howler?" Phoebe asked Colin.
Colin didn't respond.
"Descendant, or a clone?" Phoebe pressed on.
"Clone," Colin finally replied.
Phoebe wasn't surprised, as if she had anticipated Colin would do such a thing.
I, on the other hand, was taken aback for a long while.
Howler, a clone? "Are you sure you want her to stay here with me?" Phoebe questioned Colin, asking him to make a decision.
Colin looked at me, his gaze intense.
"Sorry, I have another place downtown. You can stay there for now Givestime, and we'll sort out the divorce." He wanted a divorce.
I stood frozen, clenching my hands.
"No need... we can get the divorce done now," I said, my voice hoarse.
"There's no ttoday," Colin turned to look at Phoebe.
I scoffed sarcastically, "Fine, I'll wait.' I turned away, not letting my tears fall.
In Naomi's car, the driver had been watching everything.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI pushed past Bran, getting into the driver's car. "Please, taketo Haven Hotel." The driver nodded and drove off.
Sitting in the car, watching Colin grow distant through the rearview mirror... the tears wouldn't stop. "Miss, we've arrived," The driver had takento Haven Hotel and spoke up to alert me.
I snapped back to reality, quickly wiped away my tears, and hurried out of the car.
The driver glanced atone last tbefore driving away.
I watched the car leave, turned around, and entered the hotel, my eyes red and face marked by sorrow. The receptionist cautiously checkedin. Holding the room card, I entered the elevator, trying hard to hold back more tears.
Colin... and Phoebe, what a match they were.
Once in the room, I sat numbly on the sofa, ordered a bottle of red wine, and downed it, letting the numbness spread.
I started to lose it, dialing Colin, "Is it because... she seems more like Phoebe than I do?" I cried, demanding answers.
He picked up but remained silent.
I cried, questioning why he trusted that woman, yet he still said nothing.
Faced with reality, rebirth seemed like a mere hypothesis. With a complete, With a genuine Phoebe present, who would care about a hypothetical like me?
I cried as I hung up, then in a frenzy, smashed the wine glasses and bottle, stepping on the broken glass, blood staining the floor.