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!"

"What do

some underground businesses?" Cynthia's eyes were filled with anxiety and expectation at the same time. "Since certain items can be traded on the black

to help her. He had plenty of money, so finding some "professionals" to get her a heart shouldn't

heard her say these words, he thought he had misunderstood. Yet after seeing her expression, he realized he hadn't. He knew exactly what she

and accidentally bumped into something, only to hear Cynthia say such shocking things. Seeing Theodore's

You won't be in immediate danger as long as you

grabbed his wrist, and asked suspiciously, "Why do I feel

what?" Theodore asked coldly. "Unwilling to help you find

now!" Cynthia seemed unaware that she was hitting

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

Anyone could

want me to find ruthless criminals to buy a heart? A heart from someone they kidnapped, knocked out, stuffed into a car, taken

trembled in fear, panicking. "Theo, that's not what

do you mean?" Theodore