Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Yerick smirked. "You'll see him soon enough. Something even more interesting will happen then."

Yerick turned and slammed the door shut.

Rosalie collapsed on the ground and burst out crying in misery.

Theodore's hands and legs were bound to the wall. He turned to look at Wesley, who was even more grievously injured than he was.

However, it was clear that Yerick didn't want Wesley dead, as he had Wesley's wounds treated.

Wesley slowly stirred awake and saw Theodore looking at him when he opened his eyes. Guilt flashed past his eyes as he apologized, "I'm sorry for getting you into this mess, Theo."

Theodore scoffed. "Dad, I remember you scolding me that my philandering ways caused Grandma's death. The truth is, your philandering ways were the root cause."

my fault. I'm sorry for blaming you

help but feel disgusted with his father. "How many other women did you have? How many times did you betray

weakly against the wall as he went on, tilting his head, "It's too late to say all these. I really

family is either dead or

way because of me. If it weren't for what happened between his mother and me, he wouldn't have become the person he is today. It's all my fault he turned out this way. I won't hate him even if he kills me. Had I known that I had another son, I would never have left him wandering outside or let him get hurt by others. I would

of his father sobbing

suddenly appeared after so many years and brought disaster upon our family. If

were no perhaps in life. No one could change the past, and nothing

hurt Rose. In fact, I hope he genuinely

you hate your younger brother?" Wesley

Theodore smiled bitterly.