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Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel 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…"

"Shut up!" Yerick cut him off. "Don't bother trying to sound nice, it's plain disgusting."

Wesley wanted to say more, but knowing that he was in the wrong, he could only remain silent. Guilt was heavy in his eyes.

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