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

Theodore's face change. "What did you say? Okay, I'll head

had happened to Cynthia in the

white blood cells count. Although the doctor managed

timely care, Cynthia had the luxury of waiting for a heart donor. Given the severity of her condition right now, she was out of time and had to have the surgery within the week. If she couldn't find a healthy heart donor, her chances of survival were slim.

the facts were laid bare before him and he had to face up

the energy to cry when she saw Theodore standing by her bedside. Instead, she turned her face away

sorry. I've been so busy the

marry me. I've been waiting, and now, I'm about to die. You said you'd marry me. I'm about to die,

doubtfully, "What

Don't you know?" she

sent her last night.

Or, could it be...?

happened. Sydney must have sent