Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 307



Cynthia cried hysterically, to the point it was tragic. She held onto Theodore's arms tightly, pressing against his injured back.

Theodore frowned, and let out a muffled groan. Cynthia, in her intense crying, didn't hear his discomfort.

"Theo, forgive me. I'm sorry. I won't say such things again. I'll wait patiently, even if I can't get a heart. Please forgive me this time, I'm begging you!" Suddenly, she clutched her chest. It was hard for her to breathe, and she fainted in Theodore's arms.

"Cindy!" Theodore grabbed her chin and shook her face, then turned and shouted, "Doctor!"

The doctors worked hard to save Cynthia. Later, she was too weak to cry anymore, so she just lay quietly on the bed.

The medical monitor beeped steadily. Theodore stood by the bedside, sighing helplessly.

He had indeed said some harsh things, but considering her situation-so young and facing death-it was understandable that she would be afraid and therefore spoke without thinking.

Cynthia slowly opened her eyes. "Theo."

Theodore stepped forward, and bent down. "Rest well. Don't think too much and relax."

If... If you do, then don't save me next time and just let me go.

have a long life ahead. As long as you know you were

had said the wrong thing or harbored evil thoughts

busy blaming Cynthia

almost forgot

once had a fleeting thought of killing Sebastian.

a saint. If she hadn't acted on it and knew to correct her mistake, it was

he wouldn't blame her, Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank

rest and leave

listen to you from

if she accidentally said the wrong thing, she knew how to

man feel sorry

a white handkerchief from his suit pocket, and

you not feeling well?" Cynthia