Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 937

"Steve, remember this name—Theodore. He is your enemy."

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Night fell.

The hospital was immersed in darkness, with starlight outside like scattered pearls glimmering over the buildings. The faint light outlined the hospital's silhouette as the moon slowly rose, casting a soft silver glow over the world.

Theodore lay on the hospital's white bed with a white sheet covering him. The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Soft light bathed his pale face, highlighting his exhausted expression.

An IV drip hung beside the bed, with a clear liquid slowly flowing into his veins.

Theodore opened his eyes, his gaze wandering around the room. He sat up in bed and glanced at the IV drip bag, noticing there was still about half remaining.

The door to the ward opened, and a foreign man walked in.

"Mr. Spencer, you're awake."

"Have you found her?" Theodore asked anxiously.

The man shook his head. "Not yet. We're still searching other locations."

The light in Theodore's eyes dimmed, his face heavy with sorrow and worry. He lowered his head, a bitter smile on his lips. He was filled with endless regret.

He should have gone after her right away. He shouldn't have let her leave on her own so late at night.

How could he have been so careless, allowing her to drive away alone in the dead of night?