Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore laid on the hospital bed with a hollow look in his eyes.

He had asked himself countless times why he was still alive.

Why was he in the hospital when he opened his eyes?

He was the only one living in that house, with no servants on duty.

He was all alone, surrounded by a pile of wine bottles, fully intending to drink to his death. He was all prepared to welcome death, and even thought he saw the grim reaper waving his hands at him. Yet, when he next opened his eyes, he found himself in the hospital.

It was dark and silent in the ward. The air felt as though it was frozen, the silence deafening.

Theodore looked out the window, and saw a weak ray of sunshine peeking shyly through the curtains. It was as bashful as a young lover, but he could still feel the warmth on his cheeks.

Unfortunately, this ray of sunshine wasn't enough to resist the gloom in his heart. All it did was to trace the outline of his emaciated and haggard face.

He hated the sunshine.

The door to the ward suddenly opened and Sydney walked in. She had a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand, which she began displaying in a vase.

Theodore continued lying silently on the bed, as if he didn't see her at all.

A light fragrance filled the air in the room.

Theodore furrowed his brows. "What are you doing here?"

"My son almost died. Can't I come?"

call from the hospital, she was scared out of

managed to resuscitate

doing this? You clearly know that you can't touch alcohol. Why did you drink so much? Must you make your family worry and suffer because of you? You're clearly tired of living!" Theodore

soulless. The usual

had lost their usual radiance. They looked dim and hazy, like the fuzzy reflection of

voice broke

you think for

a replacement and she'll take him as me, just like how Aurora took Rose's place before." Theodore looked coldly at her, his voice drenched with hopelessness. "Everyone can be replaced in this

as how Sebastian replaced

you're irreplaceable. You're my son, and you...you'll be

Theodore

so long might break him even further. He wasn't in

even more worried that he might end

furrowed at her words. "What did you

children of your own and be a father one day. If your child ends up like you, won't you be in agony

his lips, silently letting the bitterness in his heart overwhelm him. Sydney's words seemed to deepen

never have my own child,

bear a child with another woman. He couldn't do

were pregnant back then! He would then have a reason not to

misunderstandings that laid between them would surely get

stand a chance

that Rose would become pregnant, but

of him, Theodore Spencer, in this