Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 940

Sydney threw off the covers, got out of bed, and started putting on her clothes. "Sweetheart, where are you going?" Geoffrey asked.

"I don't have time to waste with you. Geoffrey, if it weren't for your threats, I would never have let you touch me. You know perfectly well how disgusting the things you've done are. You haven't shed a single drop of blood yourself, but you manage to make everyone suffer while you sit back and reap the benefits. Truly devious. To you, Sebastian is nothing more than a tool. You've never seen him as your son!" After getting dressed, Sydney picked up her bag, ready to leave.

"Sydney," Geoffrey said heavily. "Sebastian is our son, and that's an unchangeable fact. I love you, too. I've already compromised this much-even if you don't divorce Wesley, it's fine. Just spend some time with me, that's all I ask. What more do you want?" Sydney turned back around, her face full of rage.

"Geoffrey, I'll tell you what I want. I will free myself from you just wait and see! I refuse to believe there isn't someone out there who can bring you down."

With a loud bang, Sydney slammed the door shut and stormed out.

Geoffrey let out a cold laugh, his gaze gradually turning vicious. He grabbed a pillow and violently threw it onto the floor.

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a bleak

river flowed quietly, like a mirror reflecting the desolate, silent sky. Abandoned containers and warehouses, eroded by time, stood along the

across the river, bringing a hint of moisture and chill, though it couldn't dispel the

the night sky, their faint light obscured by dense clouds, casting the riverbank in a mysterious, oppressive atmosphere. Theodore stood along the riverside with a group of men in black, all gazing at the vehicle that had

vehicle was barely recognizable. Its sides were riddled with bullet holes, the glass had been shattered,

the car, his face etched with anxiety and unease. Shadows of sorrow weighed heavily over his brow, a helpless and

searched this river thoroughly.

frequent gang skirmishes here, and bloodstains are common on the ground. We found traces of fresh blood, indicating a recent fight, but it's all been cleaned up, and no news reported it. It seems some force suppressed

to give Theodore the worst possible news, though Theodore had likely

pale,