Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Eight hours ago, at ten in the morning, Theodore was still at Sydney's place. He was lying on Sydney's couch and groggy with sleep.

He slowly opened his eyes. He was having a splitting headache, and was still tightly wrapped up in a blanket. It was even tied up with a rope, as if fearing the blanket might fall off him. Theodore looked at himself and then his surroundings in a daze. It was a living room that looked unfamiliar to him, but he knew where he was.

Memories from last night flooded back in his mind.

He came looking for his mother after getting drunk in the middle of the night... Like a three-year-old, he cried for comfort in his mother's arms, claiming to be bullied by others.

Theodore smacked his forehead hard.

How embarrassing!

He immediately untied the rope around the blanket, flung it aside, and stumbled into the washroom.

After cleaning himself up, he left the washroom, rummaged around his pocket, and searched everywhere before finding his phone hidden in a corner of the couch.

He picked it up, tapped on the screen, and saw multiple missed calls from the hospital. He was probably dead asleep, and didn't hear his phone ringing.

Theodore had a bad feeling about it, and called the number back.

"Hello, what's the matter?" The other party said something which made Theodore's face change. "What did you say? Okay, I'll head over now."

rushed to

to Cynthia in the middle

high white blood cells count. Although the doctor managed to bring it under control, her organs began

reason for the infection

as long as the hospital provided timely care, Cynthia had the luxury of waiting for a heart donor. Given the severity of her condition right now, she was out of time

already first in line in the queue, there

but the facts were laid bare before him

the bed, and didn't even have the energy to cry when she saw Theodore standing by her

on her bedside, and called out to her softly. "Cindy, I'm sorry. I've been so busy

that I'm

that you don't want me anymore. You wouldn't marry me. I've been waiting, and now, I'm about to die. You said you'd marry me. I'm about to die, and

asked doubtfully,

message? Don't you know?" she

his phone out, and saw the text he sent

Or, could it be...?

what happened. Sydney must have sent

sent that text. I was with my mother, and had a drop too

have possibly texted Cynthia something