Phoebe in his arms felt like a feather. Her chest barely moved, her breathing so shallow it seemed like she could slip away any second. Theodore''s eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. He''d never felt so damn grateful.


    Phoebe was still alive!@@novelbin@@


    He shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around her, lifting her up like she was made of ss. He was terrified any little jolt would hurt her. He handled her like she was the most precious thing he''d ever held. "I''m sorry. From now on, I''ll protect you. I won''t let anything like this happen to you again," he vowed.


    When Lawton and the others saw Theodore carrying Phoebe out, they all stepped aside. Seeing her pale face and blood-crusted feet, they turned away, unable to stomach it.


    The ambnce was waiting downstairs. Theodore carried Phoebe inside, and the doctor immediately got to work. When she pulled back the coat and saw the whip marks all over Phoebe''s body, she gasped. In all her years, she''d never seen a domestic violence victim beaten so badly. Those whip marks had nearly killed Phoebe.


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