Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 398

The Carter Residence.

Geoffrey was in his precious collection room and taking a photo out of a hidden compartment. The photo was quite old. On it was a young woman, beautiful and smiling brightly.

Geoffrey sighed. He stroked the woman's face in the photo gently, murmuring to himself, “Sydney, why did you have to go back? What’s so good about that man?”

Outside the door, the butler's voice could be heard. “Sir, there was a call from Madam. She said she won’t be coming back tonight.”

Geoffrey frowned. He turned around and said, “Tell her that Sebastian’s getting married. She should come back quickly to prepare. After our son’s wedding, she can go wherever she wants.”

“Understood,” Phillip said, and then another voice came from outside.

“Is my father inside?”

“Mr. Sebastian, you’re back. Mr. Geoffrey is inside. Do you need anything?”

Sebastian knocked on the door. “Dad, I need to talk to you.”

Geoffrey put the photo back nicely, locked the hidden compartment, and opened the door. He stared coldly at Sebastian.

“You still remember to come back, huh? If I don’t call you, you won’t even think about returning.”

Sebastian went straight to the point. “Dad, I can listen to you on other things, but I want to make my own decisions about my marriage. You can’t force me to marry a woman I don’t even know.”

“Who said you don’t know her? You’ve met her often at banquets. She’s Tammy Jones.”

“I won’t marry her,” Sebastian insisted.

“What?” Sebastian was puzzled. “Why?”

He had already prepared himself to be expelled from the family, but now, Geoffrey was saying he was still the president? Was this really his father?

Normally, Geoffrey would be furious and might even beat him. The fact that he didn’t was already unusual. Now, he was giving up on the marriage and not expelling Sebastian from the family?

Sebastian wondered if Geoffrey had cancer and didn’t have long to live, so he had decided to act like a decent person for once. It wasn’t that he thought too ill of Geoffrey; his father really was an awful man, and he knew it all too well!

“Why?” Geoffrey snorted coldly. “As a father, I haven’t been able to make you happy despite all these years. I finally want to do something for you, but you don’t want it. So forget it.”

“Dad, is finding some random woman for me to marry what you want to do for me? You know very well…” Sebastian said, but Geoffrey cut him off.

“I know very well that you like Rosalie. Is that what you’re thinking?” Geoffrey saw through his son in an instant.