Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Theodore knew what happened between Sebastian and Rosalie.

At the very least, that man genuinely treated Rosalie well. He was by her side and cared for her when she needed it the most.

But what did Sebastian do for Sydney?

Mothers would generally protect their own children, but why was his own mother like this?

Theodore never expected his own mother to protect him.

Ever since he was young, he had solved his own problems all by himself. He never expected to receive care and help from his parents.

Did she have to make things so obvious? Even calling Sebastian by his nickname?

He could accept his mother defending Rosalie.

What he couldn't tolerate was his mother calling Sebastian's name so tenderly, when he did nothing for her.

Theodore wondered if he was being petty, or if this world was truly unfair toward him. Why was everyone, including his own mother, taking Sebastian's side?

Sydney's innocent calling of Sebastian's nickname was enough to tear Theodore's heart into two.

Sydney was stunned. Guilt and remorse filled her heart.

She lowered her head and remained silent for a long time, unsure of what to say at that moment.

Sebastian was her biological son whom she had missed out on 20 years of time with. She had thought that her child was dead a long time ago.

he was still alive, and had even been the

everything for Theodore's sake; but now that she knew that both of them

his nickname,

Theodore asked her about it that she

suppress the pain and pretend that

much. I just casually referred to him as that, it's no big deal. I don't even know Sebastian very well.

things?" Theodore could sense Sydney was trying

he always so distrusting

was always accused

be a generic explanation that applied to all sorts of

out of energy to argue with Sydney. He couldn't change what his mother

about anything anymore right now. They could do whatever they wanted for all he cared.

as lead. She stood there rooted to the floor, unable to find the courage to run after

-

Theodore lay alone on his bed, staring blankly at the

head to the side and reached out to open the bedside drawer, retrieving

photograph of a young girl who had just turned 20. She had

Her background paled in

to her

she was

light left in the

and caressed the eyes, lips, nose and brows of the

if she was right before him

and