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 do you

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 too! It won't

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

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

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

say 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 as you stay in good spirits." After tucking her

suspiciously, "Why do I

to help you find a heart? Didn't I say I've been

found one yet until now!" Cynthia seemed unaware

for me! Have you never thought of using

to die. Anyone could die, but

to buy a heart? A heart from someone they kidnapped, knocked out, stuffed into a car, taken to a dreadful black

trembled in fear, panicking. "Theo, that's

do you mean?"