Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Unless what?" Theodore asked.

"Theodore, tell me honestly. Do you want to save me?" Cynthia asked.

"Of course I do! Cindy, I only hope for your good health. I'll do everything in my power to help you."

He genuinely wanted to save her.

"Then why can't you find a heart?"

Cynthia thought about what the unknown man had said today. The chances were too slim, and she was terrified of dying. She didn't want to perish alongside Rosalie-she wanted to live well, to send Rosalie to hell, and to live happily ever after with Theodore.

She wanted those wretches to not be able to rest, even in death.

"Hearts are the scarcest and hardest to match in the transplant database. Why do we have to wait?" Cynthia said anxiously. "You can look elsewhere!"

Theodore frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Theo, aren't there some underground businesses?" Cynthia's eyes were filled with anxiety and expectation at the same time. "Since certain items can be traded on the black market, then hearts can too! It won't be hard for you to find me a matching heart!"

If this man loved her, he would risk everything to help her. He had plenty of money, so finding some "professionals" to get her a heart shouldn't be difficult, right?

Theodore stared at Cynthia for a long time in silence.

When he first heard her say these words, he thought he had misunderstood. Yet after seeing her expression, he realized he hadn't. He knew exactly what she wanted.

"Cindy, you should rest. I have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

His injuries hadn't fully healed yet, and his back ached. He had rushed to the hospital today and accidentally bumped into something, only to hear Cynthia say such shocking things.

Seeing Theodore's reaction, Cynthia panicked. "Theo, what do you mean? Are you not going to help me find a heart?"

"I didn't say that. Before finding a suitable heart, you'll need the best medical resources to maintain your health. You won't be in immediate danger as long as you stay in good spirits."

After tucking her in, Theodore turned to leave.

"Theo." Cynthia grabbed his wrist, and asked suspiciously, "Why do I feel like you're unwilling?"

"Unwilling to do what?" Theodore asked coldly. "Unwilling to help you find a heart? Didn't I say I've been searching all along?"

"But we haven't found one yet until now!" Cynthia seemed unaware that she was hitting a nerve.

"Theo, you know the longer this drags on, the worse it is for me! Have you never thought of using other methods to help me?" She didn't want to die. Anyone could die, but not her!

"What methods are you talking

about? Do you want me to find ruthless criminals to buy a heart? A heart from someone they

kidnapped, knocked out, stuffed into a car taken to a dreadful black room, emptied, and then disposed of? Is that the kind of heart you mean?"

Cynthia trembled in fear, panicking. "Theo, that's not what I meant..."

"Then what do you mean?" Theodore retorted.

"I mean... There might be suitable hearts on the black market. Those hearts might not be from victims, but from people who sold them willingly."

"Willingly?"

Theodore suddenly laughed, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Who would willingly sell their heart to organ traffickers? Do you think they'd take the money and buy themselves a coffin?"

Theodore was somewhat angry. Although he didn't show it too much, his eyes held a fire that seemed ready to explode.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

How could Cindy say such stupid things?