Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Justin's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion. He lowered his head and saw the papers that had fallen at his feet. He bent down and picked them up. Upon seeing the contents, he asked in surprise, "Where did you get this from?"

"You're asking me?" Theodore sneered. "Justin, are you the one behind this? Are you deliberately causing trouble by sending these things in Rose's name?"

The more Justin listened, the more confused he became.

Suddenly, he noticed an envelope on the nightstand. He picked it up and, upon seeing the sender's name, glanced back at the report in his hand. "This definitely wasn't sent by Rose."

"Not sent by her? Then where is she now? I can't get through to her phone. Tell her I need to see her. I want to talk to her, especially about Steve. I need to know if he's Sebastian's child or mine. I want to do the paternity test myself!"

Whether the contents of the mail were true or not, Theodore was determined to investigate this matter personally. He had always assumed Steve was Sebastian's son. But now, looking at the pregnancy test report, he did the math. If Rosalie had gotten pregnant when they were still married and she hadn't known Sebastian at the time, where could the child have come from?

If the pregnancy test report was genuine, then Steve was actually two months older than Theodore had originally thought.

dare to hope. He would only think about what to do

do that," Justin said, placing the test reports back

glared at Justin coldly. "Are

a paternity test. Steve is indeed

his teeth, speaking each

say it ten times, and it'd still be the same, Theodore. This mail wasn't sent by me, nor by

in the hospital bed, his expression

sweat were forming on his forehead, and his lips were trembling. A mix of disbelief and anger swirled within him. The white walls around

Otherwise, how could Sebastian have let Rose take the child and leave him? And why would the child take the surname Young? Besides, don't you know Rose? When she was with you, how could she have been with

his composure and threw a pillow at