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

around. "Why are you

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

smile, taking her hand. "Come see. Do you like how I've

her, noting how vibrant Rebecca seemed, unlike how

her. "Do you have something

suddenly found herself

bully

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

didn't bully her,"

Sydney stepped forward. "We just came to see how you've been

it, so I asked everyone to clean the house inside and out,

that sounds nice." Sydney put on a

herself, directing the servants and even helping

him a cold stare. "Is this what

his mother; today, she seemed perfectly

you!

to drag this out. You don't