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."

Spencer? What should 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

you want. I won't even expect you to call me Dad. Yerry, I just want to

up!" Yerick cut him off. "Don't bother trying to sound

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

being his son? He betrayed

at

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

and he scoffed, "Do you mean to say that although you're a bastard, you're still a good man? That although I'm not

the price for my wrongdoing, but will you pay the price for

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