Chapter 119
Chasing My Pregnant Wife
Rosale sent Rebecca a pleading look. Please donât let his drink anymore Grandma Please, for my
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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.â
âYes, maâam,â 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
âNo need Zane. Thereâs not much left anyway. Iâll finish it
âTheo, what are you doing?â Rosalie tried to stop him again, but Theodore held her hand
âItâs fine. Itâs just a little bit. Iâll be fine.â
Rosalie wanted to say something more, but Rebecca intervened.â Fine. If he wants to drink, let him
Rosalie, you eat your food and donât worry about him.â
âButâ¦â 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. Iâll be back soon.â
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 didnât say anything.
âTheo, do you see how much your wife cares for you? In the future. think more about her and donât
bully her, got it?â Rebecca said.
Theodore took a few more bites of his food, then set down his utensils and smiled, âGrandma, are
you satisfied with this daughterâin- law of yours? Just like you were satisfied with my mom back
then.â
The old lady frowned upon hearing this, as if guessing something.â You heard what Rosalie and I
said?â
Theodore leaned back in his chair, not hiding anything, and casually replied, âYes.â
âNow that youâve heard, take it as a lesson. Look at the state your father is in now. Donât follow in
his footsteps.â
*Grandma, do you really bear no responsibility for how my father turned out?â Theodoreâs voice
suddenly grew deeper.
Leaning back in his chair, he continued, âHeâs an adult. Whatever choices he makes, or whoever he
marries, heâll be responsible for the consequences. Why do we have to correct him? Why do we
have to tell him whatâs right and wrong, or force him to marry my mom?â
Rebecca furrowed her brow, a serious expression flashing across her aged face.
âTheo, what do you mean by this? Are you taking your fatherâs 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?â
âI know about my momâs suffering.â Theodore gripped the armrest of his chair tightly. âBut Grandma,
everyone makes mistakes in this world. Have you ever considered that when you absolutely forbid
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people from making mistakes, theyâre more likely to make bigger ones? Just like my father. If you
hadnât let him marry my mom back then, what would have happened?â
Rebecca slammed her fist on the table in frustration. âIf I hadnât let your dad marry your mom, would
you even be here talking to me right now? Theo, donât tell me youâre still thinking about that
woman!â
Just the mention of Cynthia made Rebeccaâs 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.
âIâll go to the restroom.â
He left unsteadily.
Rebecca sighed heavily.
Theodore hadnât reached the restroom when he suddenly heard voices at the door.
âDonât tell Grandma or Theo about me throwing up just now.â
âWhy not, Madam Rosalie? Could it be that youâre pregnant?â