Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 412



Eight hours ago, at ten in the morning, Theodore was still at Sydney's place. He was lying on Sydney's couch and groggy with sleep.

He slowly opened his eyes. He was having a splitting headache, and was still tightly wrapped up in a blanket. It was even tied up with a rope, as if fearing the blanket might fall off him.

Theodore looked at himself and then his surroundings in a daze. It was a living room that looked unfamiliar to him, but he knew where he was. Memories from last night flooded back in his mind.

He came looking for his mother after getting drunk in the middle of the night... Like a three-year-old, he cried for comfort in his mother's arms, claiming to be bullied by others.

Theodore smacked his forehead hard.

How embarrassing!

He immediately untied the rope around the blanket, flung it aside, and stumbled into the washroom.

After cleaning himself up, he left the washroom, rummaged around his pocket, and searched everywhere before finding his phone hidden in a corner of the couch.

He picked it up, tapped on the screen, and saw multiple missed calls from the hospital. He was probably dead asleep, and didn't hear his phone ringing.

about it, and called the number

what's the matter?" The other party said something which made Theodore's face change. "What did

to Cynthia in the middle of the

managed to bring

out of time and had to have the surgery within the week. If she couldn't find a healthy heart donor, her

laid bare before him and he had to face

didn't even have the energy to cry when she saw Theodore standing by her bedside. Instead, she

sorry. I've been so busy the past few days, and couldn't come to visit

about to die and that you don't want me anymore. You wouldn't marry me. I've been waiting, and now, I'm about to die. You said you'd marry me. I'm about to die, and you

asked doubtfully,

Don't you know?" she

phone out, and saw the text he sent her last night. He didn't remember sending something like

Or, could it be...?

Sydney must have sent