Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After Rosalie finished her shower and was about to go to bed, her phone rang.

She answered her phone. "Hello?"

It was Theodore. "Rose."

"Why are you calling me again?" Rosalie frowned. "Can you stop? I really can't handle you coming back into my life again and again..."

"Rose, just hear me out," Theodore interrupted, his voice tinged with urgency.

"What is it now?" Rosalie asked, her tone showing a trace of impatience.

"Did my mom contact you?"

"No, why? Why are you suddenly asking about her?" Rosalie replied.

"She's missing. We can't get in touch with her, and we've searched everywhere but can't find her."

Rosalie was shocked, and she immediately set aside her impatience. "She's missing? Did you report it to the police?"

already did. That's why I wanted to ask

thought back. "I did see her last night

"Really? What time exactly?"

and was about to leave when I saw her with a woman who looked to be in her sixties. She said that the woman was her client. I talked to her for a bit, and then I left.

Do you remember what that

this, Rosalie also sensed that something was wrong and began to feel

She was wearing heavy

very elegant, like a

She must have been an important client at the bank. Can you check the restaurant's surveillance footage?"

footage is gone, so I have no way of knowing who my mom was with. I've been going

and closed the door. "Are you saying it might have

Theodore sighed.

anxiety just want to find my mom. It doesn't make sense for her to be completely unreachable. The restaurant's surveillance being tampered

deepened, though she felt powerless to

to search for her and push the police for updates. If you have any connections,

rest now. I won't disturb