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

and expectation at the same time. "Since certain items can be traded on the black market, then hearts can too! It won't be hard for you to find me a matching

so finding some "professionals" to get her a heart shouldn't be difficult, right? Theodore stared at Cynthia for

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

accidentally bumped into something, only to hear Cynthia say such shocking things. Seeing Theodore's reaction, Cynthia panicked. "Theo,

that. Before finding a suitable heart, you'll need the best medical resources to maintain your health. You won't be in immediate danger as long

his wrist, and asked suspiciously,

help you find a

yet until now!" Cynthia seemed unaware

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

didn't want to die. Anyone

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

panicking. "Theo, that's not what I

what do you mean?"