The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Hearing Emily's response, Penelope couldn't help but feel a wave of joy.

Given Emily's current situation, Penelope had expected her to politely decline. But to her surprise, Emily agreed immediately. It seemed Penelope's initial judgment of her had been spot on!

"Emily, this is wonderful. I can't thank you enough. Don't worry. While you're still working, I'll triple your salary. Plus, since you're pregnant and it's tough for you to get around, unless there's an urgent project, you can work from home. Come to the office whenever you feel like it!"

Penelope offered an incredibly tempting deal, and Emily, needing to support her child, naturally didn't refuse.

After their friendly discussion, they hung up, and Emily's expression darkened once

more.

She looked out the window, reflecting on her conversation with Penelope.

Everyone acts out of self-interest.

Emily knew exactly what Penelope wanted, and it just so happened to align with her own needs, so there was no need for any pretense.

But while this matter was resolved quickly, what about returning to Emerald Lake Manor?

What would she face there?

The thought gave Emily a headache, and she closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

Back at Emerald Lake Manor, Emily could clearly see Michael's efforts.

He had replaced all the furniture and laid down soft carpets to prevent her from slipping.noveldrama

Not only that, but Lexine had prepared nutritious meals that were both light and delicious, just to her taste. It was clear Michael had given specific instructions.

But she was no longer the naive girl she had been three years ago.

Emily felt no gratitude. Instead, she found it all quite laughable.

Michael was only doing this for the child she was carrying, for the Smith family's child, putting on a show for everyone.

As Emily watched everyone bustling around, hearing "Mr. Smith instructed this" and "Mr. Smith instructed that," she couldn't help but feel a headache and even a bit

nauseous.

"Mrs. Smith, I'm heading back to the office. If you need anything, just let me know." Andrew, having dropped her off, was ready to return to work.

Seeing him about to leave, Emily changed into her slippers and stood still. "Wait." Andrew turned back, noticing a bit of color returning to Emily's face. Perhaps being back in familiar surroundings or the comfortable temperature of the house had lifted her spirits.

Maybe she was touched by Michael's thoughtfulness.

But in reality, it was none of these.

"Don't call me Mrs. Smith anymore." Emily's cold command cut through the air. "This is the last thing I'll ask of you."

"Andrew, we're equals. You work for Michael, he pays you, and you follow his orders. I have no issue with that. But there's no need for you to be so deferential to me. Michael and I are no longer together.

"You heard in the car earlier. I'm only staying here temporarily to handle some personal matters. So from now on, just call me by my name. I can't bear the title of Mrs. Smith."

Andrew, taken aback, stammered, unsure how to respond.

Emily knew he felt awkward and realized she had been too serious. Just as she was about to say something to ease the tension, footsteps approached from behind.

It was Michael, slowly descending the stairs.

Emily's eyelids fluttered, feeling an invisible pressure.

This pressure made it hard for her to breathe, almost suffocating.

Emily knew Michael had probably heard everything she said.

It didn't matter. She was no longer Mrs. Smith anyway.

"What are you doing?"

He started with his usual feigned ignorance.

Emily adjusted her hair, casually removing her coat, and responded briefly. "Can't you see? Nothing."

Michael's eyes flashed with a hint of anger. "I meant, what were you saying to Andrew?"

Emily paused.

She knew it. She just knew it. Even if she had resigned herself to returning to Emerald Lake Manor, even if she was pregnant, even if she spoke to him kindly, he never gave her a moment's respite. He was used to commanding others.

He just wouldn't let her go!

"Michael!" Emily's anger flared uncontrollably. Facing Michael, her previous indifference vanished, replaced by pure hatred and disgust, evident in her every word.

"How long are you going to keep interfering in my life? We're over. We're about to get divorced. Why did you make me come back? Why do you have Andrew and Lexine call me Mrs. Smith?

"We're not together anymore, are we? Why are you pretending? Why are you torturing me like this?"

As she spoke, Emily realized she couldn't even muster a few pathetic tears.

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All she felt was disgust-disgust for Michael, for the so-called elite of Emerald City, for the Ward family, and most of all, for Isabella's so-called brother, who was nothing but a greedy demon!

Meanwhile, Michael felt a deep sense of frustration.

He couldn't understand why Emily kept misunderstanding him.

He just wanted to take care of her and their child. They could start over!

"Do you really have to be like this?" Michael frowned. "You can't bear the title of Mrs. Smith?"

"Why do you have to mock me? If you couldn't bear it, you shouldn't have married me. Why did you have my child and now treat me like this?" he snapped.

Emily couldn't hold back any longer.

She had kept her pregnancy a secret, fearing people would think she was using the child to secure her place in the Smith family, to use the child as a meal ticket.

But what was the reality?

Even after hiding it for so long, people still misunderstood her, and Michael still misunderstood her.

"You think I'm putting on a show? Using the child to threaten you? Deliberately leaving Emerald City?"

Emily let out a bitter laugh. "Michael, I was wrong about you. Your understanding is as vile as your thoughts. It's incomprehensible, unbelievable.

"Let's get divorced. After the divorce, I'll allow you to visit the child. As for everything related to the child-child support, school fees-I'll handle it all. I don't need a cent from you."

Emily emphasized the last part.

She stared at Michael, watching as his eyes filled with red veins, but she felt nothing. Inside, she mocked his coldness, his superb acting skills.