Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 467



"Why do you say that? Did you two fight before the incident occurred?" Yerick asked doubtfully.

Rosalie sighed. "You can say that. If only we had talked things out peacefully... I'm really beginning to think that Sebastian's accident was all my fault."

"Rose, please don't blame yourself," Yerick said, crouching. "How could it be your fault? In such a situation, the only appropriate conclusion is that the perpetrator is wicked through and through."

"But I feel very upset. Give me another chance, and I'll stop him from leaving even if it costs my life! I'm willing to do anything," Rosalie said bitterly.

Yerick patted Rosalie's shoulders gently to comfort her. "Rose, don't blame yourself too much. There are some things that are out of your control. You didn't want this to happen, either."

What a silly woman!

Yerick had been targeting Sebastian for a long time. Even if Rosalie didn't exist, Sebastian would be doomed for having such a useful organ anyway. The only regret he had was that he failed.

At first, he thought Sebastian would die the moment he was sent to the hospital. Yerick had the timing all calculated, but didn't expect this man to be so hardy. It became difficult for Rose to make a decision.

This was his first ever mistake he had ever committed in his adulthood.

Each time he planned on having someone die at a specific time, that person would die at that precise minute-without fail.

an obedient

pressed his palm against her cheek. "If... If he dies, I'll

did Rosalie care so much for him? She even

he expected them to?

How frustrating...

To Yerick, being

like seeing Rose care so much for another man. It didn't make him happy one bit. Conversely,

Rose. She was so pretty, it would be

minutes later, Yerick left

wanted to be alone with

looked at the two of them through

happy, and that in turn made him upset

to before Sebastian's accident, Yerick had whispered in

not hard to snag a woman. You just need

"Die."

on the man's face. He stood up, straightened out his jacket, and

a lonely

sides. I'm telling you, I'm not buying it. I'll rely on hard

wouldn't be controlled