Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 1312

Yerick opened the door and walked in, putting the tray of food on the ground.

"Hungry? I prepared some food and water for you two."

Theodore looked coldly at him. "Thank you. That's quite nice of you."

Yerick chuckled. "Don't mention it. Butchers are very nice to their pigs, too. They feed their pigs till they're nice and fat before slaughtering them."

"Yerry..." Wesley looked sadly at him. "I'm to blame for everything. Just come at me if you bear any grudge over what happened. Spare Theo, won't you? This has nothing to do with him."

I call you?" Yerick sat cross-legged on the ground. "Nothing seems quite right, and I can't bring myself to call you Dad. You're not really my godfather, either. It sounds too phony to call you Mr. Spencer. Perhaps I should just call

Yerry, I just want to tell you that even if I die in

"Don't bother trying to sound nice,

to say more, but knowing that he was in the wrong, he could only remain silent. Guilt was heavy in his

to Theodore. "Do you feel disgusted being his son? He betrayed

looked calmly at him. "Damn

chuckle, "What right do I have to criticize him? I'm a damn bastard myself. But Verick, who's considered a damn bastard to you? A philandering man or a murderer who commits arson and implicates the innocent? You condone murder and arson, perhaps even destruction of the world, but you can't accept men committing the

bastard, you're still a good man? That although I'm not a

have our own faults. I've paid the price for my wrongdoing, but will you pay the

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