Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1391

He was smiling, yet his eyes carried an unmistakable sense of menace.

"Do you know what Theodore is doing right now?" Sebastian lifted the blanket off Rosalie's body.

The moment she heard Theodore's name, Rosalie's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you trying to do?"

"What am I trying to do? Are you scared now?"

"Sebastian, I've already given up on Theodore! The one I loved was Justin, but you killed him. Are you planning to go after Theodore now too? Will you only be satisfied after killing every man in the world?"

She was afraid that Sebastian, in his madness, would really go after Theodore. Even if Theodore was prepared, being targeted by a lunatic was incredibly dangerous.

Theodore was in the open, while Sebastian was in the shadows—who knew when the latter would strike and take the former's life?

"And what about your son? Do you not love him anymore?" Sebastian continued.

"Sebastian!" Rosalie screamed. "Don't you dare!"

"Yes, that's it!" Sebastian laughed. "I thought you had completely lost your will to live, that you wouldn't react at all. Ever since Justin died, it's like your soul has been ripped away. But don't forget—you still have a son."

"Sebastian, you devil! You're inhuman! You will face retribution for this!"

Rosalie looked at him. It was indeed laughable, but from his perspective, this was exactly why he had gone mad. He had given so much, yet not only did he receive nothing in return, but the very woman he had sacrificed for had cast him aside in disgust. That was why he refused to accept it.

And so, he had become the monster she now saw before her. All their memories had been drowned in hatred, leaving nothing but pain and vengeance.

"You've tried to kill Theodore again and again and lied about it! And you have the audacity to call that a tiny mistake? Sebastian, what do you consider a real mistake, then? Do you have to destroy the entire world before it counts?"

This man was terrifying. To him, human lives were nothing but pawns to be trampled upon.