NovelEnglishTheodore remained silent, so Sydney went on, "Theo, I've told you to feel free to tellanything that's on your mind. Don't keep it to yourself, please?" "I need srest. Can you leave me?" He didn't want to say anything at all right now.
Sydney was very worried he would do something foolish again, so she didn't dare to leave.
"Theo, if you want to contact Rose, I can help you with that." She felt terrible about the entire situation. Theodore was probably in this state right now because he missed Rosalie too much.
Her original intent had been for Theodore to stop getting involved with Rosalie, since it would clearly go nowhere and both of them would just be in pain.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTheodore smirked. "Mom, you didn't let us see each other before. Now, you've changed your mind. Are you scared that I'll die?" Theodore's sarcasm made Sydney feel awful. "Theo, can you please not say that? Let's talk things through, okay?" "What do you want to talk about?" Sydney was stunned at Theodore's words. She suddenly didn't know where to start.
After a long time, she finally said, "What must I do to make you hang in there? Tell me, I'll do anything for you." "Leave," Theodore said coldly.
Sydney furrowed her brows. "Theo, don't be like this." "You aren't even willing to leave for my sake. Why talk big in the first place?" Theodore scoffed, disdain written all over his face. Sydney sighed.
She wanted to say more, but the cold look in Theodore's eyes filled her with so much guilt that she couldn't manage even a word.
She eventually whispered, "Have a good rest," before turning to leave.
After shutting the door behind her, she walked down the corridor and saw Wesley standing right there. Upon seeing Sydney leave the ward, he hurriedly approached her and asked, "Syd, how is he?" "The sol," Sydney said morosely. "He refuses to listen to me, and doesn't want to tellwhat's on his mind. I'm really at my wits end." "Lettry," Wesley said as he walked to the door.
"Wait," Sydney said as she grabbed his arm.
"What's the matter?" Wesley asked.
"Wesley, don't agitate them." "I know." They decided not to go in together out of fear that it might cause Theodore too much pressure.
When Wesley entered the ward, Theodore looked even more frustrated. "Why are you here again?" "I'm your father. Why can't I come?" Wesley shut the door behind him after entering the ward.
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"Why did you upset your mom? She genuinely cares for you, and was very anxious when she found out something happened to you." Theodore remained silent. He had
had enough of people lecturing him. His ears were getting sore, and he was getting irritated by it. Sooner or later, he would turn numb to all their nagging.
Despite Theodore's silence, Wesley went on, "I know you're acting like this because of Rose, but you should understand that you two are already divorced. Although you've lost her, there are still many people who care about you. Your mom, your grandma and I, aren't we your family too? Is Rosalie Young the only person in your life?" Theodore felt his head pounding. Wesley's words grated on his nerves, and frustrated him even more.
Why did everyone say such useless things? If their words were effective, why would he need to resort to drinking so much? What's more, they didn't even understand these things themselves. What right did they have to point fingers at him? "Theo, don't give us the silent treatment. We're father and son." Seeing his son in this state, Wesley was very upset.
"When you were out fooling with other women back then, did you consider us as father and son?" Theodore suddenly asked.
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