Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Wesley and Sydney returned to Rebecca's house. As soon as they walked in, they saw the place bustling with activity; the servants were busy cleaning. Rebecca was directing them.

"Move the table over there," she instructed. "That vase doesn't look good here; put it over there."

With a crash, a maid accidentally knocked over a vase and started crying.

"Oh, dear. How could you be so careless?" Rebecca stepped forward. "You need to be more careful next time."

"I'm so sorry, Madam Jarvis. I'm really sorry."

"Alright, are you hurt?"

"No."

"Then that's fine. Just clean it up and be more careful next time."

"Okay, Madam Jarvis."

Although Rebecca's tone was a bit stern, she didn't hold it against the maid and didn't make her pay for the vase.

Seeing his mother bustling around, Wesley walked in. "Mom, what's going on?"

house.

"Why are you cleaning

back here? Didn't you come by yesterday?" Wesley was slightly taken aback that

you're here too." Rebecca approached her with a smile, taking her hand. "Come see. Do you

how vibrant Rebecca seemed, unlike

wrong?" Rebecca smiled warmly at her. "Do

Sydney suddenly found herself

bully you

Sydney's hand and moved to Wesley, her expression serious. "Have you been picking on

bully her," Wesley quickly defended

me." Sydney stepped forward. "We just came to see

two to care about me. Today just felt like it, so I asked everyone to clean the house inside

Sydney put on a light

continued to busy herself, directing the servants

of Wesley, giving him a cold stare. "Is this what you meant by

his mother; today, she seemed perfectly fine, unlike

you! My mom wasn't like

just trying to drag this out. You don't want a divorce,