Chapter 67

“Sydney, can you promise me that you won’t tell Mom about this? Her health isn’t good. She won’t

be able to handle this news,” said Wesley.

“So, you’re telling me that the whole Spencer family knows except for

Mom?”

Wesley nodded. “Yeah, let’s not tell her for now. I’ll handle this as soon as possible.”

“You? Handle it?” Sydney laughed again. “You’ve messed up your own. life, and now you want to

deal with your son, daughter–in–law, and the

mistress.”

Feeling a sharp pain in his heart at the woman’s disdainful tone, Wesley’s eyes flashed with

determination.

“Just because I’ve messed up doesn’t mean I’ll allow my son and daughter–in–law to do the same.

Why can’t you believe that I’m

different now?”

“You saying that is like a murderer telling a judge, ‘Why can’t you believe I’m different now? I won’t

kill again. Please don’t sentence me

to death.“” Sydney retorted.

Feeling irritated, Wesley raised his voice, “Am I a murderer?! Even if I’ve committed a crime, there

are degrees of severity, and many people have a chance for parole, right? Not all crimes warrant a

death sentence. Not all mistakes are unforgivable!”

Sydney stared at him coldly, her gaze devoid of any emotion. “You’re right. You’re not a murderer,

and not all mistakes are unforgivable.

“But don’t forget, not all mistakes can be forgiven either. Forgiveness depends on how the other

person feels. I’m not a judge, I don’t need

to be fair. I can be biased and do things my own way. Mr. Spencer, don’t feel aggrieved. If not, we

can get a divorce too.”

As soon as Sydney mentioned divorce, it felt like something had struck Wesley’s heart.

Sydney stepped forward, raising her hand to adjust Wesley’s tie in a seemingly affectionate gesture,

but her voice was dripping with sarcasm as she continued, “What’s wrong? Don’t you want a

divorce? Then, endure it. Let’s see which of the two of us breaks down first.

Wesley was speechless. Was she determined? Was there really not chance of reconciliation left?

Sydney added, “Which room is Theo in? If you don’t tell me, I’ll ask the

nurse.”

Wesley clenched his fist, feeling dizzy and like his mind had gone. blank.

He suppressed the raging emotions within him as he said, “Follow me.

The couple entered the hospital room, only to find Theodore wasn’t in

bed.

Sydney turned her head, giving Wesley a puzzled look. “Where is he?”

“He was here just now.

The bathroom door opened as soon as Wesley finished speaking, and Theodore walked out.

“Mom, you’re here.”

Sydney looked Theodore up and down, then her icy gaze fell on Wesley. “So, is this what you

meant by Theo being unable to get out of bed after barely surviving?”

Wesley fell silent, feeling embarrassed. He hadn’t expected his wife to

discover his lie like this. He shot Theodore an angry look, as if blaming him for going to the

bathroom. Theodore also felt helpless. Should he have just held it in and not gone to the

bathroom?!

“It seems like you’re fine. From what your father said, I thought it was much more serious,” Sydney

remarked.

“Mom.” Theodore stepped forward. “I really was in a dangerous situation last night. I thought I’d

never see you guys again.”

Although his injuries weren’t severe, his survival was out of pure luck.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Sydney said, reaching out to support her son’s arm. “Get back into bed and

rest. Even though your injuries aren’t serious, you still need to be careful.”

After all, he was her son. While she had grievances against Wesley, she didn’t harbor the same

resentment towards Theodore.