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. Can't you

around. "Why are

special day to clean?" Rebecca laughed. "Wesley, what are you doing back here? Didn't you

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

noting how vibrant Rebecca seemed, unlike how Wesley had

warmly at her. "Do you have

herself at a

Wesley bully you

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

didn't bully her," Wesley quickly

stepped forward. "We just came

to care about me. Today just felt like it, so I asked everyone to clean the house inside and out, and to put some fresh flowers and plants

that sounds nice." Sydney put

to busy herself, directing the servants and

him a cold stare. "Is this what you

today, she seemed perfectly fine, unlike

lying to you! My mom

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