Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

"Unless what?" Theodore asked.

"Theodore, tell me honestly. Do you want to save me?" Cynthia asked.

"Of course I do! Cindy, I only hope for your good health. I'll do everything in my power to help you."

He genuinely wanted to save her.

"Then why can't you find a heart?"

Cynthia thought about what the unknown man had said today. The chances were too slim, and she was terrified of dying. She didn't want to perish alongside Rosalie-she wanted to live well, to send Rosalie to hell, and to live happily ever after with Theodore.

She wanted those wretches to not be able to rest, even in death.

"Hearts are the scarcest and hardest to match in the transplant database. Why do we have to wait?" Cynthia said anxiously. "You can look elsewhere!"

frowned. "What

certain items can

risk everything to help her. He had plenty of money, so finding some "professionals" to get her a heart shouldn't be difficult, right? Theodore stared at Cynthia for a long time in

he had misunderstood. Yet after seeing her expression, he realized he hadn't. He knew exactly what she wanted. "Cindy, you should rest. I

healed yet, and his back ached. He had rushed to the hospital today and accidentally bumped into something, only to hear Cynthia say such shocking things. Seeing Theodore's reaction, Cynthia panicked. "Theo, what do you mean? Are you not

maintain your health. You won't be in immediate danger as long as you stay in good spirits." After tucking her in, Theodore turned

Cynthia grabbed his wrist, and asked suspiciously, "Why do

do what?" Theodore asked coldly. "Unwilling to help you find a heart? Didn't I

Cynthia seemed unaware that she was hitting a

drags on, the worse it is for me! Have you never thought of using other methods to

didn't want to die. Anyone could die,

talking about? Do you want me to find ruthless criminals to buy a heart? A heart from someone they kidnapped, knocked out, stuffed into

"Theo, that's not what I

do you