Chasing My Pregnant Wife



Theodore's words were sharp and incisive.

"Now you're trying to act all devoted? You refuse to even give me a bit of peace, and you're still trying to pretend to be a benevolent father? Don't you find yourself annoying?"

"Theo, don't talk to me like that, okay?" Wesley was starting to get angry.

"How else do you want me to talk to you? Do you expect me to agree with what you said and go along with it?"

"Theo, I just want to see you pull yourself together."

"Whether I pull myself together or not is none of your business! Take care of your own matters before coming to lecture me. Things between you and Mom are in such a terrible state. You have no right to lecture me in the first place."

"You..." Wesley felt furious and awkward at the same time, with his own son exposing the helplessness he was feeling in the depths of his heart.

Each time Theodore mentioned his relationship with Sydney, he found himself unable to refute his son.

He himself didn't even understand these principles of life. How could he be fit to preach to Theodore about it?

It was all his fault for not taking care of Theodore and being by his son's side when the latter was a child. His actions had resulted in their strained and distant relationship. Naturally, Theodore refused to listen to a word from him.

"Fine, Theo. I won't lecture you any further. But you're ill, not just physically but psychologically as well. I'll get you the best psychiatrist I know. He'll fly back here and take a look at you. You..."

Theodore turned to his side and said coldly, "Tell him to scram!"

"Theo, I think you need a psychiatrist given your current condition," Wesley said.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"It's your business thinking I need that. You're the one who needs a psychiatrist! You couldn't get what you want after being on this earth for so long and struggling with it every day. You're the mentally ill one!" Theodore snapped.

Both of them were unable to get to the bottom of their psychological state, yet were always audaciously diagnosing others.

His mother no longer loved him. Anyone with eyes could see that.

Wesley clenched his fists, as if triggered by Theodore's words.

"At least I won't keep trying to kill myself. Theo, you're ill. Why won't you admit it? You need a

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psychiatrist. I don't care whether you want it or not. I'll call for a psychiatrist to come treat you.

If this went on, Theodore might really lose his life.

"How is he going to treat me? If I'm not willing, is he going to force me to go to a psychiatric hospital?" Theodore turned his face away, and smirked. "You should know that I call the shots in the company. If you get a psychiatrist to harass me, Dad, you'll suffer the consequences."

Wesley was furious. Despite his genuine concern toward Theodore, he could help but get ticked off by Theodore's words.

Eventually, his fury evolved into helplessness. He turned and left the ward.

Sydney was still around, waiting along the corridor. When she saw Wesley leave the ward, she asked, "Well? What did he say?"

Wesley sighed. "He's still the same. I wanted to find a psychiatrist for him, but..."

Wesley didn't complete his sentence, but his sigh alone was enough.

"It's all my fault, really. Had I not stopped him from meeting Rosalie right from the start, things might not have turned out this way." Theodore might have survived this time, but what about the next time? Or the next, next time?

"Syd, how could you be to blame?

This has nothing to do with you.

Everything began when he and Rose

divorced Things slowly turned out

this way. Please don't blame

yourself. As his mother, you've

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already done so much for the two of

them.

At the end of the day, Theodore was at fault too. It was true that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Wesley was simply more fortunate than Theodore was. He wasn't divorced, and his beloved woman was still by his side. Theodore, in comparison, was in a way more terrible state.