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."

right, it was my fault. I'm sorry for blaming

father. "How many other women did you have? How many times

I didn't want to marry your mom, but your grandmother forced me to. To express my resistance, I..." Wesley leaned weakly against the wall as he went on, tilting his head, "It's too late to say all these. I really regret my actions. I brought

family is either dead or injured. Yerick has achieved what he set out to

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.

his father sobbing in pain

disaster upon our family. If

No one could change

killed me, as long as he doesn't hurt Rose.

do you hate your younger brother?" Wesley

Theodore smiled bitterly.