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

did see her last

"Really? What time exactly?"

to be in her sixties. She said that the woman

night. Do you remember what that

also sensed that something was wrong and began

clearly. She was wearing heavy makeup,

elegant, like

the bank. Can you check the

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

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

Theodore sighed.

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

though she felt powerless to

push the police for updates. If you have any connections, use them to help locate

should rest now. I won't disturb