Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Maybe some people would sacrifice themselves for their families to get money. There must be some," Cynthia persisted.

Theodore shook his head helplessly-he had nothing more to say.

Seeing Theodore's cold reaction, Cynthia became anxious.

"Are you saying you're not willing to help me find one?"

She took the moral high ground.

"Do you not care about me anymore? You seem to be blaming me, as if I'm one of those criminals! But even if I don't buy it, others will, and those shady industries will still exist!"

Theodore had never heard Cynthia say something so irrational.

He was furious. It was like someone justifying buying a bride by saying that even if they didn't buy, others would, and the human trafficking would continue.

Wasn't it true that without demand, there would be no harm?

Human nature was so despicable.

Theodore suddenly didn't want to talk to Cynthia anymore.

Suppressing the pain in his back and his anger, he said coldly, "You need to calm down. Don't contact me for the next few days. If anything comes up, call Yuvan."

He was very disappointed in Cynthia. Never had he expected her to say such things.

To save her own life, she would sacrifice someone else's. He never thought she could be that kind of person.

It seemed they both needed to calm down.

Cynthia watched Theodore leave. She realized where his bottom line was.

She never expected what she said to touch his nerves. Buying a heart on the black market was something she thought would be easy, but he took it so seriously.

Was he implying that other people's lives were more important than hers?

Theodore was about to open the door, when Cynthia suddenly called out, "Theo."

She threw off her blanket, yanked out the needle from her hand, and fell off the bed with a thud. Crawling toward him, she begged, "Theo, don't go! Listen to me!"

Theodore had just opened the door a crack when he heard the noise behind him. He turned around and saw Cynthia lying on the ground pathetically, crying bitterly.

"Cindy!" Theodore rushed to help her up. "What are you doing?"

"Theo, listen to me..." Cynthia clung to Theodore's arm tightly.

"Let's get you back to bed first." Theodore tried to lift her back onto the bed, but Cynthia stubbornly sat on the floor.

"No! Theo, are you angry at me?"

"Let's not talk about this now." He frowned, trying to suppress his emotions, but it was clear he was holding back his frustration.

"Theo, I'm so sorry," Cynthia said,

sobbing.spoke out of turn just now. It's all my fault! I didn't think it through. I was just...just too scared. You know, sometimes I say things without thinking. I didn't mean it.

"I won't say such things again. I'm sorry! You've taught me a lesson today, and I understand now. I won't have such thoughts anymore. You're right, I'll listen to you. I'll change.

ase give me a chance!

"I'll be good and listen to you, so please don't be angry at me! I'm really sorry!t know nothing. You've sheltered me so well, and I'm too narrow-minded. I really didn't think it through. I understand now. Please

continue to guide me in the future. 'Pbe good!" Property © NôvelDrama.Org.