Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 1312

Yerick opened the door and walked in, putting the tray of food on the ground.

"Hungry? I prepared some food and water for you two."

Theodore looked coldly at him. "Thank you. That's quite nice of you."

Yerick chuckled. "Don't mention it. Butchers are very nice to their pigs, too. They feed their pigs till they're nice and fat before slaughtering them."

"Yerry..." Wesley looked sadly at him. "I'm to blame for everything. Just come at me if you bear any grudge over what happened. Spare Theo, won't you? This has nothing to do with him."

"Godfather...wait, no. Mr. Spencer? What should I call you?" Yerick sat cross-legged on the ground. "Nothing seems quite right, and I can't bring myself to call you Dad. You're not really my godfather, either. It sounds too phony to call you Mr. Spencer. Perhaps I should just call you a damn bastard."

Wesley lowered his head. "You can call me whatever you want. I won't even expect you to call me Dad. Yerry, I just want to tell you that even if I die in your hands, I won't hate you. You're my son, after all. I..."

Yerick cut him off. "Don't bother trying to sound nice, it's

the wrong, he could only remain silent. Guilt

you feel disgusted being his son? He betrayed

at him. "Damn

later, Theodore said with a chuckle, "What right do I have to criticize him? I'm a damn bastard myself. But

You condone

world, but you can't accept men committing the

make. Am I right

that?"

that although you're a bastard, you're still a good man? That although I'm not a bastard, I'm wicked through and through because I want to destroy the world, hurt and murder

did I do wrong? Every

Did they deserve to die? They had nothing to do with all these. They