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

in their strained and distant relationship. Naturally, 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 and

his side and said coldly, "Tell him

a psychiatrist given your current

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

mother no longer loved him. Anyone with eyes could see

fists, as

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

on, Theodore might really lose his

face away, and smirked. "You should know that call the shots in the company. If you get a psychiatrist to harass me, Dad, you'll suffer the

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

still around, waiting along the corridor. When she saw Wesley leave the ward, she asked, "Well? What