Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore's words were sharp and incisive.

"Now you're trying to act all devoted? You refuse to even give me a bit of peace, and you're still trying to pretend to be a benevolent father? Don't you find yourself annoying?"

"Theo, don't talk to me like that, okay?" Wesley was starting to get angry.

"How else do you want me to talk to you? Do you expect me to agree with what you said and go along with it?"

"Theo, I just want to see you pull yourself together."

"Whether I pull myself together or not is none of your business! Take care of your own matters before coming to lecture me. Things between you and Mom are in such a terrible state. You have no right to lecture me in the first place." "You..." Wesley felt furious and awkward at the same time, with his own son exposing the helplessness he was feeling in the depths of his heart.

Each time Theodore mentioned his relationship with Sydney, he found himself unable to refute his son.

How could he be fit to

Theodore refused to listen to a word from him. "Fine, Theo. I won't lecture you any further. But you're ill, not just physically but psychologically as well. I'll get you the best psychiatrist I know. He'll fly back here

to his side and said coldly, "Tell

need a psychiatrist given your current condition," Wesley

your business thinking I need that. You're the one who needs a psychiatrist! You couldn't get what you want after being on this earth for so long and struggling with it every day. You're the mentally ill one!" Theodore snapped. Both of them were unable to get

loved him. Anyone with eyes could see

his fists, as if triggered by Theodore's

myself. Theo, you're ill. Why won't you admit it? You need a psychiatrist. I don't care whether you want

went on, Theodore might

to force me to go to a psychiatric hospital?" Theodore turned his face away, and smirked. "You should

could help but get ticked off by Theodore's words. Eventually, his fury evolved into helplessness. He turned

corridor. When she saw Wesley leave the ward,