Chasing My Pregnant Wife



"Mr. Spencer, this doesn't seem right even though you're wealthy. You shouldn't spend so much on me. It feels like I'm taking advantage of you," Yerick said.

"It's fine, I don't think you're taking advantage of me. You've spent time with me too. Now, please sit down," Wesley replied.

Yerick placed his backpack on a chair and sat down next to Wesley.

Wesley was looking at him. He noticed that there were some complicated emotions in Wesley's eyes.

"Mr. Spencer, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No, nothing's wrong," Wesley said with an awkward smile. "It's just that you're a good kid, and I really like you."

"Really? Mr. Spencer, no one's said that to me in a long time. Since my mom passed away, it's been so long since anyone's treated me this well." Wesley felt a sharp pain in his heart, and guilt washed over him as he thought about what kind of life Yerick had led.

"Yerick, tell me about your mom."

"Mr. Spencer, you want to hear about my mom?"

"Yes, I'd like to know what kind of wonderful woman could have raised a child like you."

As soon as his mother was mentioned, Yerick's eyes dimmed. "I only remember her up to when I was ten years old. In my memories, my mom was very beautiful and strong. She worked hard to provide for me."

"So, it seems your mother was in a bad financial situation?" Wesley asked, feeling puzzled. He had left J a check before he left. She shouldn't have been working so hard, even overtime.

"My mom and I lived in a small town. She didn't have much money, and it was really hard for her to support me. But she always made sure I had enough to eat and kept me warm, never letting me suffer any hardship. She was very sick. Maybe it was because she was exhausted from taking care of me. If it weren't for me, maybe my mom wouldn't have died."

Wesley's heart raced as he listened. How could this be? Did J not use the money he left for her?

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It seemed that stubborn woman had refused both the house and the money.

"Yerry, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. You've already done your best," Wesley said.

"If it's not my fault, then whose fault is it? Could it be my father's fault?" Yerick's eyes reddened. "Why did he abandon my mom?"

Wesley's lips trembled. "You mentioned before that your father seemed to have a family."

"Yes, he had a family. Since he had one, why did he go around causing trouble? Why did he even find me? My mom was an ordinary woman She couldn't withstand what he did to her. That man is really cruet-he played with my mom and then abandoned her!"

As he said this, Yerick clenched his fist and slammed it on the table.

"I really want to know who he is! I want to ask him why he treated us like this."

Wesley was shocked and terrified by

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Yerick's words. "Maybe he didn't know your mother was pregnant. Your mother never brought you to

see him, did she?" Content belongs

Yerick's expression turned cold. "Mr. Spencer, are you blaming my mom for not looking for him?"

"No, that's not what I mean," Wesley

quickly explained. "I just think there might have been a

misunderstanding. Maybe your

father wasn't as heartless as

you

think. If he knew you existed, he certainly wouldn't have been irresponsible."

Yerick slowly calmed down. "So, Mr. Spencer, you mean my father might not have known I existed? Maybe my mom never told him?"

Wesley nodded. "That's a possibility. Think about it carefully. You should know your mother well, right?"