Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 802



Theodore knew what happened between Sebastian and Rosalie.

At the very least, that man genuinely treated Rosalie well. He was by her side and cared for her when she needed it the most.

But what did Sebastian do for Sydney?

Mothers would generally protect their own children, but why was his own mother like this?

Theodore never expected his own mother to protect him.

Ever since he was young, he had solved his own problems all by himself. He never expected to receive care and help from his parents.

Did she have to make things so obvious? Even calling Sebastian by his nickname?

He could accept his mother defending Rosalie.

What he couldn't tolerate was his mother calling Sebastian's name so tenderly, when he did nothing for her.

Theodore wondered if he was being petty, or if this world was truly unfair toward him. Why was everyone, including his own mother, taking Sebastian's side?

Sydney's innocent calling of Sebastian's nickname was enough to tear Theodore's heart into two.

Sydney was stunned. Guilt and remorse filled her heart.

She lowered her head and remained silent for a long time, unsure of what to say at that moment.

Sebastian was her biological son whom she had missed out on 20 years of time with. She had thought that her child was dead a long time ago.

Yet now, she suddenly found out that he was still alive, and had even been the target of her accusations and insults.

Before, she did everything for Theodore's sake; but now that she knew that both of them were her sons, she couldn't bring herself to choose between them.

She had instinctively referred to Sebastian by his nickname, and she didn't even realize it.

It was only when Theodore asked her about it that she realized she had unintentionally hurt Theodore.

Yet, all Sydney could do was to suppress the pain and pretend that nothing was wrong.

"Theo, you think too much. I just casually referred to him as that, it's no big deal. I don't even know Sebastian very well. Don't overthink things." "Overthink things?" Theodore could sense Sydney was trying to skirt around the issue.

Why was he always so distrusting of others?

He was always accused of overthinking things.

It seemed to be a generic explanation that applied to all sorts of situations.

Theodore was out of energy to argue with Sydney. He couldn't change what his mother thought, anyway.

He didn't care about anything anymore right now. They could do whatever they wanted for all he cared.

Theodore turned to leave.

Sydney felt awful. She wanted to chase after Theodore, but her legs felt as heavy as lead. She stood there rooted to the floor, unable to find the courage to run after Theodore. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

In the deep of the night, Theodore lay alone on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He turned his head to the side and reached out to open the bedside drawer, retrieving a photograph from inside.

It was a photograph of a young girl who had just turned 20. She had a bright smile on her face, filled with lively energy.

Her background paled in

comparison to her captivating smile,

as if she was the only source of

stunning light left in the entire world.

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Theodore lifted a hand and caressed the eyes, lips, nose and brows of the girl in the photo.

As if she was right before him in person.

Theodore smiled and kissed the

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forehead of the girl in the photo. He wrapped the photo in his embrace, and

tightened his armoace,

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"Rose, you must be very happy abroad now, aren't you?"

She was probably elated to be with Sebastian and far away from him.

That woman no longer wanted to see him, and had hated him to the core since a long time ago.

She would probably feel relieved if he died.

He deserved all of this. He had done her wrong.

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He was a fool!

There was a bottle filled with pills on the bedside table.

Theodore turned around and grabbed the pill, his thumb rubbing over the words printed on the bottle.

He slowly twisted the bottle cap open.

White pills filled the bottle.