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

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 market, then hearts can

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

expression, he realized he hadn't. He knew exactly what she wanted. "Cindy, you should rest. I have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving

He had rushed to the hospital today and accidentally bumped into something, only to hear

maintain your health. You won't be in immediate danger as long as

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

"Unwilling to help you find a heart? Didn't I say I've been searching all

found one yet until now!" Cynthia seemed

drags on, the worse it is for me!

didn't want to die. Anyone

ruthless criminals to buy a heart? A heart from someone they kidnapped, knocked out, stuffed into a car, taken to a dreadful black room, emptied, and then disposed of? Is that the

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

you mean?"