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

"Why are

doing back here? Didn't you come by

taking her hand. "Come see. Do you like

at her, noting how vibrant Rebecca

wrong?" Rebecca smiled warmly at her.

Sydney suddenly found herself at a loss

Wesley bully you

to Wesley, her expression serious. "Have you been picking on Sydney again? How many times have

her," Wesley quickly defended

hasn't bullied me." Sydney stepped forward. "We just came to see how you've been

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

sounds nice." Sydney put on a

herself, directing the servants

stare. "Is this what you meant by

seemed perfectly fine, unlike the forgetful

I'm not lying to you!

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