Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Inside the car, Sydney was on the phone with Theodore.

"I saw Rose today, as well as Sebastian."

"Mom, what did Rose say? Did she listen to you?"

"Listen to me?" Sydney let out a faint snort. "You make it sound like I demanded something of her. After all, I'm not her real mother. If I asked her to leave Sebastian, do you think she'd listen to me?"

"But Sebastian isn't a good person. Did you explain the seriousness of the situation to her?"

"It's only serious from your perspective," Sydney replied. "To Rose, it's not that serious."Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"How is this not serious? Sebastian is that kind of person..."

"What kind of person?" Sydney interrupted him. "No matter what, his feelings for Rosalie are real. He wouldn't hurt her. In that regard, he's better than you. Think about how many times you hurt Rosalie with your affair with Cynthia."

"Mom, between Cindy and me..." At this point, Theodore suddenly stopped, unsure of what to say.

"What about you and Cynthia? You can't even finish your sentence, can you? Rose told me that you and Cynthia are getting married tomorrow. I can't believe you're still going to marry that woman! It seems that Rose was right to leave you. Marrying Sebastian is indeed better than staying with you."

"I know it's no longer possible for Rose and me to be together. I want her to leave Sebastian not because I think she'll be with me if he's not in the picture, but because I'm afraid Sebastian will hurt her. As for Cindy, I've promised her many times that I'd marry her, and I can't go back on my word. I've made it very clear to her-I can only give her the title of Mrs. Spencer. I've also told her who I truly love," Theodore said.

Sydney sighed helplessly. "I don't know what to say to you anymore. It won't matter anyway. I won't help you win Rosalie back, either. You need to bear the consequences of your own actions. As for your relationship with Cynthia, that's your problem. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'm busy, goodbye."

Theodore still wanted to say something, but Sydney had already hung up the phone.

Cynthia raised her head to look at the villa in front of her. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she last returned.

The Zellers never liked her. Even when she didn't come home, no one ever thought to look for her. Ever since she was born, she had been invisible in this family.

Her father favored her older sister and younger brother, while she was neglected. Regardless, she was still a young lady of the Zellers and had successfully moved into the family's home.

The servants greeted her when they saw her, but her father and sister were far less welcoming.

"Well, look who's back," Jennifer Zeller said as she put down her coffee cup.

Jennifer was the eldest daughter of the Zellers and Cynthia's older sister.

Zac, Cynthia's father, looked her up and down. "It's been almost two years, and you finally remembered to come home?"

Cynthia stepped forward and said, "So you all noticed that I've been gone for almost two years. Not a single call, and no one came looking for me."

Zac frowned. "Are you blaming us for not caring about you?"

"Did you ever care about me?" Cynthia sneered. "I've never seen any of you care about me from the

moment I was born. You probably wouldn't care if I died somewhere out there."

Jennifer slammed the cup in her hand onto the table with a loud bang.

"If you weren't part of the Zellers, you'd already be in jail! We didn't contact you and let you leave as our final act of mercy. Don't forget why you left the family. That servant ended up in a vegetative state, and is still in the hospital. We spent a fortune to cover it up!"