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 sounds too phony to call you Mr. Spencer.

you want. I won't even expect you to call me Dad. Yerry, I just want to tell you that even if I die in your hands, I won't hate you. You're

cut him off. "Don't bother trying to sound nice, it's plain

to say more, but knowing that he was in the wrong, he

"Do you feel disgusted being his son? He betrayed your mother back then and was probably a damn bastard to her,

looked calmly at

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 most common mistake they make. Am I

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

faults. I've paid the price for my wrongdoing, but will you pay the price for yours?"

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