Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"It's fine. At least he's here to save you and you'll be fine."

Vincent no longer feared death, having lived life so dangerously with the risk of dying hanging over his head constantly. Dying today or tomorrow made no difference to him. In fact, dying early meant quicker relief for him.

Rosalie tried her best to help Vincent stand up and said to Theodore, "Theo, can you..."

Before Rosalie could complete her sentence, another bunch of men rushed in.

"Rose, are you alright? Quick, come to me! I'm here to save you!"

Sebastian saw Rosalie standing with Vincent and noticed the blood on her. He was frightened out of his wits and immediately fired a few shots at Vincent. "No!"

Rosalie yelled hysterically as she saw Vincent collapse on the floor, shot by Sebastian's gun. "No, no!"

Rosalie knelt on the floor and cried in agony, "Vincent, Justin... Justin, don't die! Please, don't die!"

"Sebastian, you mad dog!" Theodore held him back. "What are you doing?"

here, doing nothing. You useless bum, since you can't protect her, let me, her husband, do it!" Sebastian shoved Theodore hard and

"How could you just shoot

in disbelief hearing

time

things happen

I couldn't reach you by phone and was worried to death about you. I've been searching for you nonstop. Do you know what kind of a person he is? He

with

doesn't bat an eyelid when

a bunch of hooligans. How many times must repeat myself? Why do all of you refuse to hear me

swnd

on the brink of collapse the more

this, refusing to listen to her and being presumptuous know-it-alls? They assumed they were doing everything for her good, but she didn't want

Sebastian added a few more bullets, and Vincent was bleeding