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?"

I wanted to ask if you've been in touch

"I did see her last

"Really? What time exactly?"

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. We didn't contact each other

missing last night. Do you remember what that

this, Rosalie also sensed that something was wrong and began

She was wearing heavy makeup,

very elegant, like a

been an important client at the bank. Can you

problem. The restaurant's surveillance footage is gone, so I have no way of knowing who my mom

as she stepped into the living room and closed the door. "Are you saying it might have something to do

Theodore sighed.

anxiety just want to find my mom. It doesn't make sense for her to be completely

she felt

and push the police for updates. If you have any connections, use them

now. I won't