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 you

are you doing back here? Didn't you come by

Rebecca approached her with a smile, taking her hand. "Come

Sydney looked at her, noting how vibrant Rebecca seemed, unlike how Wesley had

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

found herself at a

bully you

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

her," Wesley

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

I asked everyone to

sounds nice." Sydney

directing the servants and even

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

looked at his mother; today, she seemed perfectly fine,

I'm not lying to you! My mom wasn't

just trying to drag this