Phoebe's reflexes were lightning-fast. As Vanessa lunged to jab the jagged bottle at her face, Phoebe had already seized her wrist. "Vanessa, have you lost your mind?" Phoebe shouted, drenched in a cold sweat from the close call.

"Yes, I've gone mad!" Vanessa hissed, her eyes seething with hatred. "The thought of you carrying his child drives me to insanity."@@novelbin@@

Gritting her teeth, Phoebe fought for control of the bottle, desperate to disarm Vanessa and snap her out of this frenzy with a sharp slap if needed. "Remember where we are. Even in madness, there are limits." Phoebe was furious, feeling the weight of Vanessa's loathing. It was a shock to be attacked now, of all times.

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