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?"

the house. Can't you

"Why are you

a special day to clean?" Rebecca laughed. "Wesley, what are you doing back here? Didn't you come by yesterday?" Wesley was slightly taken aback that his mother remembered his

a smile, taking

vibrant Rebecca seemed, unlike

wrong?" Rebecca smiled warmly at her. "Do you have something to tell

herself at a loss for

Wesley bully you

expression serious. "Have you been picking on Sydney again? How

bully her," Wesley quickly defended

hasn't bullied me." Sydney stepped forward. "We just came to see

well! It's rare for you two to care about me. Today just felt like it, so I asked everyone

Sydney put on a light

directing the servants and even helping

Wesley, giving him a cold stare. "Is this what

mother; today, she seemed perfectly fine,

you!

believe him. "You're just trying to drag this out.