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?"

That's why I wanted to ask if you've been in

see her last

"Really? What time exactly?"

to leave when I saw her with a woman who looked to be in her sixties. She said that

went missing last night. Do you remember what that client looked

that something was wrong and began to feel

clearly. She was wearing heavy makeup,

very elegant, like

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

voice grew heavier. "That's the problem. The restaurant's surveillance footage is gone, so I have no way of knowing who my mom was with. I've

she stepped into the living room and closed the

Theodore sighed.

sense for her to be completely unreachable. The restaurant's surveillance being tampered with is clearly intentional. I'm

concern deepened, though she felt powerless to

panic. Send people out to search for her and push the police for updates. If you have any

now. I won't disturb you