The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Finally driving away from the Smith Mansion, Abigail let out a sigh of relief. She glanced at Emily, who was leaning against the back seat.

The two exchanged a look, both visibly relieved, and shared a knowing smile.

"Abigail, thanks for today," Emily said slowly, gently rubbing her belly.

She couldn't help but think about how Abigail had been unwavering in her support over the past three years. This friendship felt more genuine than anything she had experienced with the Smith family. She was deeply grateful and cherished it immensely.

"Don't mention it! It's the least I can do!" Abigail replied with a hearty laugh, her eyes full of determination. Then, as if remembering something, she chuckled again.

"Emily, to be honest, Michael and Veda have changed so much. I almost didn't recognize them today."

Abigail's words made Emily thoughtful.

Indeed, time changes people. Especially in a place like Smith Corporation, where everyone undergoes transformation. Michael and Veda were no exceptions.

They were now the pillars of Smith Corporation, handling various affairs with ease, far from their former selves.

Veda, in particular, had changed significantly. As for Michael, his situation was no longer her concern.

Despite these thoughts, Emily lowered her head and looked at her noticeably swollen belly, her gaze pained.

Seeing Emily's expression change, Abigail quickly changed the subject. "By the way, it's still early. How about we go to the mall and look at some baby clothes?"

Baby clothes? That reminded Emily of something.

She didn't want to look at clothes right now; she wanted to look at houses.

The last time she went house hunting, Archibald had accompanied her. But now, it seemed he wouldn't have the time.

Of course, Emily didn't need him to come along.

Archibald was just a stepping stone for her.

But now, that stepping stone was in trouble, and even the company he had worked so hard to build was at risk.

Emily sighed inwardly, increasingly unsure of what the future held. She decided to set aside these worries for now.

Finding a place of her own was the most important thing.

"Abigail, let's go to Maple Street."

Maple Street? Abigail remembered it as a place with cheap rentals. The environment was a bit shabby, but it was quiet.

But why was Emily suddenly looking at houses?

"Emily, are you thinking of moving out? You don't want to live with me anymore?" Abigail felt a pang of sadness.

Emily smiled gently. She had anticipated Abigail's reaction and stood up to pat her shoulder reassuringly. "I don't want to trouble you too much.

"With the baby on the way, things will only get more complicated. So, I thought I'd find

a new place. Besides, Maple Street isn't far from your place. We can still see each other often. Don't worry!"

Emily needed her own private space.

Moreover, given the constant confrontations, she naturally didn't want to inconvenience Abigail.

Although Abigail felt a bit reluctant, she understood Emily's situation.

So, Abigail accompanied Emily to Maple Street.

"Maple Street?" Michael had just returned home when he received a call from Andrew.

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It turned out he had never stopped keeping tabs on Emily, so he even knew she was planning to move.

"Yes, Mrs. Smith has gone to look at a house on Maple Street, the one we previously selected for her."

Michael was still concerned about Emily, so he wanted to help her rent the place and pay the rent in advance.

"Keep an eye on things. If possible, finalize it with the landlord. Also, make sure she's safe. Don't let anyone with bad intentions take advantage.

"And once it's confirmed, arrange for someone to clean the place so she and the baby can move in smoothly. Make sure everything is done discreetly so she doesn't notice."

After receiving Andrew's response, Michael hung up the phone.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly remembered something and hurried to the kitchen, instructing the chef to prepare two servings of ceviche.

The chef got to work immediately.

Scarlett, who had nothing to do, saw this and felt a surge of irritation. She couldn't say anything, so she silently fumed, cursing Emily in her mind.

This feeling of frustration lingered, making her feel increasingly suffocated.

Especially since she had been trying to lash out at everyone, but they all ignored her,

as if she were the one who didn't belong.

The more Scarlett thought about it, the angrier she became. She picked up a magazine from the table, trying to distract herself.

But she couldn't focus on the words. Her mind was filled with thoughts of that damn Emily.

When Michael came out of the kitchen, he walked past her as if he didn't see her.

"Michael," Scarlett finally couldn't hold back, her voice trembling. "Do you even respect me anymore?"

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Michael's legs felt like they were filled with lead as he stopped. He turned slowly, his voice calm but firm. "Mom, what are you talking about?"

Scarlett had expected Michael to say something to placate her.

At the very least, he should have shown some kindness, considering she had just returned from abroad.

But before Scarlett could respond, Michael continued. "Can't we just pretend to be a happy family? Why do you have to expose the ugly truth? Haven't you had enough of the news about you being kicked out?"

Michael's face even showed a hint of amusement. No one could tell he was forcing himself to stay calm, with a touch of self-mockery.noveldrama

"You never treated me like your own son. All these years, you've been trying to mess up my life.

"It seems like it's for my sake, but you've always interfered with my marriage. Although most of the blame lies with me, what about you? I've often wondered if I'm really your biological child.

"You did the same to Veda. You forced her to marry someone she didn't love, all for your own benefit."

The atmosphere fell silent for a long time.

Scarlett even felt the heat rising to her cheeks.

She opened her mouth but found herself speechless. In a moment of anger, she blurted out, "I did it all for you!"

Michael's words made her feel both ashamed and humiliated.

But after all these years, how could Michael not see through his mother's intentions?

He let out a cold laugh, looking at Scarlett's face as he slowly approached, his voice icy. "You know very well if it was really for us."

With that, Michael turned and left, his resolute back to Scarlett.

Scarlett was furious, her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms. An overwhelming hatred filled her heart, as if it would burst out and strike Michael, Veda, and everyone in the house!