Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Rosalie waited outside the operating theater until it was nine at night.

The doors to the theater finally opened after five arduous hours of surgery drew to a close.

When the doctor came out, Rosalie rushed forward and asked, "Doctor, how is he?"

"The patient's appendix ruptured. Given his condition, we couldn't do laparoscopy surgery and had to operate on him by the traditional method of open gastric surgery. When we did so, we found gastrointestinal perforations and adhesions, but the operation was a success. He needs a lot of rest and recuperation to prevent infection," the doctor explained.

"This means he'll recover, right?"

The doctor nodded. "Yes, he will. Make sure he gets lots of rest and he'll recover."

Rosalie heaved a sigh of relief. "Got it. Thanks, Doctor."

Yerick was pushed out of the theater. He was still unconscious from the anesthesia, and Rosalie followed him back to the ward.

Yerick needed someone to take care of him, but Rosalie couldn't keep staying with him. She had to go to Sebastian. She didn't have the number of anyone in Yerick's family, so she could only call for a nurse in the hospital to take care of him and cover the costs for it.

Sebastian's ward. Sebastian was in the VIP ward upstairs. Rosalie stood at the lift lobby for a long time, anxious to go

after just one flight. She went

her knees when weak and she fell backward. She instinctively

right behind her. Thankfully, she didn't fall smack on the ground, or the consequences would have been dire. "Thank you," Rosalie said as she stood up and turned around

got a good look at who it was, she jumped back in fright. "Theo!

hospital too. Is it strange for me to be

bump into him in the stairwell? What's more,

feeling this man was stalking her. She had this nagging feeling someone was looking at her all the way here. Could it be him? However, she calmed herself

He saved their baby.

and continued walking

around and asked, "Why are you following

stairwell? Can't I

the stairs. This time, she held the handrail tight and walked up the stairs

how strenuous it was for her, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you ill? You should