Chapter 1750

Phoebe's hand, still hanging mid-air, now felt like a joke. She couldn't withdraw it, nor could she let it fall. At that moment, Tyler looked at her with cold eyes and said in an icy voice, "Leave." That single word, devoid of emotion, struck her deeply. A storm of emotions brewed inside Phoebe. She wanted to speak and softly began, "Tyler..." But before she could continue, Tyler interrupted, still seated and frowning, "Leave. I'm not in the mood today." Jealousy flared fiercely within Phoebe. She stared at him for a long time, but eventually, she had no choice but to whisper, "O-Okay, Tyler." With that, she didn't linger in the study. After one last glance at him, she turned and left the room. Tyler remained seated, his expression growing even colder, staring ahead with empty eyes. As the door clicked shut, Phoebe stood outside, unwilling to accept what had just happened. Her fists clenched tightly, and her face turned red with rising anger. Mary, standing by the study door