Chasing My Pregnant Wife



Wesley and Sydney returned to Rebecca's house. As soon as they walked in, they saw the place bustling with activity; the servants were busy cleaning.

Rebecca was directing them.

"Move the table over there," she instructed. "That vase doesn't look good here; put it over there."

With a crash, a maid accidentally knocked over a vase and started crying.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Oh, dear. How could you be so careless?" Rebecca stepped forward. "You need to be more careful next time."

"I'm so sorry, Madam Jarvis. I'm really sorry."

"Alright, are you hurt?"

"No."

"Then that's fine. Just clean it up and be more careful next time."

"Okay, Madam Jarvis."

Although Rebecca's tone was a bit stern, she didn't hold it against the maid and didn't make her pay for the vase.

Seeing his mother bustling around, Wesley walked in. "Mom, what's going on?"

"Cleaning the house. Can't you tell?"

Wesley looked around. "Why are you cleaning today?"

"Do I need to pick a special day to clean?" Rebecca laughed. "Wesley, what are you doing back here? Didn't you come by yesterday?" Wesley was slightly taken aback that his mother remembered his visit.

"Sydney, you're here too." Rebecca approached her with a smile, taking her hand. "Come see. Do you like how I've arranged everything?"

"Mom." Sydney looked at her, noting how vibrant Rebecca seemed, unlike how Wesley had described.

"What's wrong?" Rebecca smiled warmly at her. "Do you have something to tell me?"

"I..." Sydney suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

"Did Wesley bully you again?" Rebecca released Sydney's hand and moved to Wesley, her

expression serious. "Have you been picking on Sydney again? How many times have I told you not to?"

"Mom, I didn't bully her," Wesley quickly defended himself.

"Mom, he hasn't bullied me." Sydney stepped forward. "We just came to see how you've been doing lately."

"I'm doing well, very well! It's rare for you two to care about me. Today just felt like it, so I asked everyone to clean the house inside and out, and to put some fresh flowers and plants around to liven things up."

"Yeah, Mom, that sounds nice." Sydney put on a light smile.

Rebecca continued to busy herself, directing the servants and even helping out.

Sydney stepped in front of Wesley, giving him a cold stare. "Is this what you meant by what you told me?"

Wesley looked at his mother; today, she seemed perfectly fine, unlike the forgetful woman he had seen yesterday.

"Sydney, I'm not lying to you! My mom wasn't like this yesterday."

Sydney clearly didn't believe him. "You're just trying to drag this out. You don't want a divorce, do you?"

Her voice was low, as if she feared Rebecca might overhear.

"Sydney, I really didn't! I swear, if I'm lying—"

"I don't want to hear your swearing Sydney interrupted him. "I'm so done with this. Let's settle this in court. I just need to say goodbye to your mom."

With that, she walked toward Rebecca.

"Mom."

"Hmm?" Rebecca turned around. "What's wrong?"

"I just remembered I have some banking issues to take care of, so I'll—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Rebecca suddenly collapsed in front of her.

"Mom!" Sydney rushed to catch her. "Mom, what's wrong?"

Wesley ran over as well. "Mom!"

The two of them quickly lifted Rebecca into the car, and rushed to the hospital.