Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie felt utterly miserable. She didn't want to say anything and released Sebastian's arm. She took a few steps back, overwhelmed by her emotions.

"Rose." Sebastian supported her, pitying her. "Let me take you back to rest. You shouldn't stay here. Let's go."

"I'm not leaving. I need to stay here with him." Rosalie's gaze shifted toward Justin's direction.

Though Theodore had caused her heartache, the most important matter now was Justin. Theodore no longer mattered; whatever he did with Aurora was his own business.

She just wanted Justin to wake up.

Rosalie anxiously stood by the glass doors of the ICU, her gaze filled with worry and helplessness. The ICU was filled with a sterile chill, with only the beeping of machines breaking the stillness inside.

She looked at Justin lying motionless on the bed, his face pale and lifeless.

Rosalie clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, but she felt no pain. Her focus was entirely on the scene before her.

body began convulsing violently, and his breathing

The machines started beeping.

Rosalie panicked. "Doctor, doctor!"

Dressed in white uniforms, masks, and gloves, they

doctor issued instructions while performing chest

rapid, with various readings flashing on the

filled with anxiety and fear. She wanted to rush

everything we can." The nurse pushed

Rosalie's panic intensified. Silent tears rolled down her face, but she struggled to control her emotions, not wanting

she thought. "Please

held her close. "Rose, he'll be alright," he assured her

prefer Justin to die because he sensed that Justin was a threat. However, if Justin actually died, wouldn't that mean it was his responsibility considering