Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie poured a glass of warm water for Chandra and placed it on the table before sitting down nearby. "Well, what did you want to tell me?" Chandra glanced around the room. "Where's the child?"

"He's in the room. What exactly do you want?"

Chandra remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, she grabbed Rosalie's hand.

Startled, Rosalie immediately pulled her hand back. "What are you doing?"

"That bracelet was custom-made for you."

Rosalie froze for a moment before quickly regaining her composure. For a brief second, she didn't know what to say.

Chandra's simple statement carried far more weight than expected.

Rosalie abruptly stood up, walked into the room, and returned a moment later with a bracelet in her hand. She placed it on the table. "Is this the one you're talking about?"

carefully. "Yes, this is it. I saw it at the restaurant last time. I wanted to ask you about it then, but the situation didn't allow it. That's why

strange questions during their previous encounter, and why her attitude had shifted,

is going on?" Rosalie asked, struggling to

grandmother. You're the daughter of my

"Your eldest son?"

time, your identity was too sensitive. If his wife had found out, the consequences would've been severe. On top of that, there was intense internal conflict within the family, so we had no choice but to send

and took a deep breath before asking, "Then... Where is my biological

committed suicide before

he do that?" Rosalie's eyes

suffered from

out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. "Not long after he passed

who is my mother?

ensure your safety, but she had to leave the country and live under a different identity. We've lost contact over the

the table. "These are your parents. Your background may not be honorable, but if there was any other choice, no one would've wanted to abandon you Sending you away was the safest option at