Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Theodore's words were sharp and incisive.

"Now you're trying to act all devoted? You refuse to even give me a bit of peace, and you're still trying to pretend to be a benevolent father? Don't you find yourself annoying?"

"Theo, don't talk to me like that, okay?" Wesley was starting to get angry.

"How else do you want me to talk to you? Do you expect me to agree with what you said and go along with it?"

"Theo, I just want to see you pull yourself together."

"Whether I pull myself together or not is none of your business! Take care of your own matters before coming to lecture me. Things between you and Mom are in such a terrible state. You have no right to lecture me in the first place." "You..." Wesley felt furious and awkward at the same time, with his own son exposing the helplessness he was feeling in the depths of his heart.

Each time Theodore mentioned his relationship with Sydney, he found himself unable to refute his son.

He himself didn't even understand these principles of life. How could he be fit to preach to Theodore about it?

It was all his fault for not taking care of Theodore and being by his son's side when the latter was a child. His actions had resulted in their strained and distant relationship. Naturally, Theodore refused to listen to a word from him. "Fine, Theo. I won't lecture you any further. But you're ill, not just physically but psychologically as well. I'll get you the best psychiatrist I know. He'll fly back here and take a look at you. You..."

Theodore turned to his side and said coldly, "Tell him to scram!"

need a psychiatrist

and struggling with it every day. You're the

no longer loved him.

clenched his fists, as if triggered

least I won't keep trying to kill myself. Theo, you're ill. Why won't you admit

you want it or

sw nevere

to come

Theodore might really lose

a psychiatric hospital?" Theodore turned his face away, and smirked. "You should know that call the shots in the company. If you get a psychiatrist to harass me, Dad, you'll suffer the

concern toward Theodore, he could help but get ticked off by

still around, waiting along the corridor. When she saw Wesley leave the ward,

sighed. "He's still the same. I wanted to find a

sentence, but his sigh alone was

not have turned out this

how could you be