Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 782

Meanwhile, Wesley was nearly losing his mind.

Sydney had suddenly told him she wanted a divorce, and no matter how many times he called or texted, she didn't respond.

With no other options, he had to turn to his mother.

"Mom, Sydney wants to divorce me. I don't know what's happening. She won't answer my calls. Please help me."

As soon as Wesley entered, he grabbed his mother's hand. Rebecca was annoyed by the commotion.

"Okay, okay. Wesley, you're in your thirties now—can you be a little more composed?"

"Mom, I—"

Suddenly, Wesley froze.

Hearing his mother say he was in his thirties, he thought he must have misheard.

"Mom, how old did you say I am?"

"You don't even know your own age? Do you think you're still three years old?" Rebecca shook her head in exasperation. "I've told you so many times to treat Sydney better and to stop messing around with other women, but you just won't listen to me!"

"Mom, that was a long time ago."

"A long time ago? How long has it been? Theo's only ten! You haven't given him any fatherly love all these years, and now you want your wife to forgive you? Good luck with that."

Seeing the look of disdain on his mother's face reminded Wesley of how she used to be years ago.

She was frustrated with him.

But that was so long ago.

And how could she say Theodore was only ten?

"Mom, did you say Theo's only ten this year?"

Rebecca raised her hand, and gently smacked his head. No matter how old he got, he still seemed like a child in front of her.

"You don't even know your own son's age? Wesley, I'm not trying to be harsh, but how can you be so careless? How can you treat your wife and son like this? I'm really becoming more and more disappointed in you."

Wesley opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then he noticed Zane in the distance, seemingly signaling him.

"Mom, I'll be right back. I need to use the restroom."

"Alright, go ahead. You're grown now, but you still make me worry every day."

Wesley got up and left. Zane took him to a secluded spot, his expression serious.

"Zane, what's going on?" Wesley asked.

Zane sighed softly. "Madam Jarvis has been forgetting things lately. Sometimes she forgets what she just said, and she even thinks it was years ago—sometimes over a decade."

Wesley felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He frowned, his eyes filled with worry. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Madam Jarvis didn't want me to say anything. She forgets some things, but then suddenly remembers them. She knows there's a problem, but she's afraid you'd worry."