Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosale sent Rebecca a pleading look. Please don’t let his drink anymore Grandma Please, for my 4

Before Rebecca could say anything Rosalie was in a frenzy. Seeing her like this. Rebecca sighed.

Look at how worked up you are over three glasses of wine! Alright Zane, take the rest away.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Zane replied with a nod Just as he was about to take the glasses and the bottle away. Theodore grabbed the wine bottle from his hand

‘No need Zane. There’s not much left anyway. I’ll finish it

“Theo, what are you doing?” Rosalie tried to stop him again, but Theodore held her hand

‘It’s fine. It’s just a little bit. I’ll be fine.”

Rosalie wanted to say something more, but Rebecca intervened.” Fine. If he wants to drink, let him Rosalie, you eat your food and don’t worry about him.”

‘But…” Rosalie wanted to protest further, but Theodore was already pouring the wine into his glass

Feeling helpless, she sighed inwardly. Perhaps she was too anxious Suddenly, she felt nauseous, as if she was going to be sick.

She quickly stood up from her chair Grandma, I need to use the restroom. I’ll be back soon.”

With that, she hurried off in the direction of the restroom.

Theodore took a few bites of his food, his gaze becoming a bit

unfocused. He tasted a hint of spiciness, and furrowed his brow slightly. But knowing that Rosalie liked it, he didn’t say anything.

“Theo, do you see how much your wife cares for you? In the future. think more about her and don’t bully her, got it?” Rebecca said.

Theodore took a few more bites of his food, then set down his utensils and smiled, “Grandma, are you satisfied with this daughter–in- law of yours? Just like you were satisfied with my mom back then.”

The old lady frowned upon hearing this, as if guessing something.” You heard what Rosalie and I said?”

Theodore leaned back in his chair, not hiding anything, and casually replied, “Yes.”

“Now that you’ve heard, take it as a lesson. Look at the state your father is in now. Don’t follow in his footsteps.”

*Grandma, do you really bear no responsibility for how my father turned out?” Theodore’s voice suddenly grew deeper.

Leaning back in his chair, he continued, “He’s an adult. Whatever choices he makes, or whoever he marries, he’ll be responsible for the consequences. Why do we have to correct him? Why do we have to tell him what’s right and wrong, or force him to marry my mom?”

Rebecca furrowed her brow, a serious expression flashing across her aged face.

“Theo, what do you mean by this? Are you taking your father’s side? Where does that leave your mother? She carried you for nine months, gave birth to you, and raised you all by herself while your father was hardly ever home. Do you know how much she suffered?”

“I know about my mom’s suffering.” Theodore gripped the armrest of his chair tightly. “But Grandma, everyone makes mistakes in this world. Have you ever considered that when you absolutely forbid

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people from making mistakes, they’re more likely to make bigger ones? Just like my father. If you hadn’t let him marry my mom back then, what would have happened?”

Rebecca slammed her fist on the table in frustration. “If I hadn’t let your dad marry your mom, would you even be here talking to me right now? Theo, don’t tell me you’re still thinking about that woman!”

Just the mention of Cynthia made Rebecca’s expression turn sour. Theodore had had quite a bit to drink, feeling a bit dizzy. He realized he had spoken too rashly, and knew he would only argue further with his grandma if he stayed. He stood up from his chair.

“I’ll go to the restroom.”

He left unsteadily.

Rebecca sighed heavily.

Theodore hadn’t reached the restroom when he suddenly heard voices at the door.

“Don’t tell Grandma or Theo about me throwing up just now.”

“Why not, Madam Rosalie? Could it be that you’re pregnant?”