The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

"Andrew, what's going on here?"

"Yeah, why did Mr. Smith leave?"

"We were in the middle of an important meeting, and Mr. Smith just walked out. That's not right, is it?"

"Exactly. As the CEO of Smith Corporation, he can't just leave his own meeting halfway through... Is he off to see that Emily again?"noveldrama

"Emily again? That woman is always causing trouble. If you ask me, Mr. Smith should just divorce her already. She's nothing but a nuisance!"

Just a moment ago, everyone was itching to leave, desperate to find a bed and crash. But as soon as gossip started, they were all ears, eagerly chiming in.

Andrew couldn't care less about their idle chatter. He knew they were just waiting for Smith Corporation and Michael to slip up so they could swoop in and grab shares. Andrew might not be part of these high-society power plays, but he knew who he was loyal to.

So, he ignored their gossip, didn't mention Emily's name, and politely smiled, ushering them out of the conference room without further ado.

Andrew had been with Michael for years. No matter how high and mighty those shareholders were, they couldn't say much against him. They had no choice but to leave quietly.

Meanwhile, Michael had already rushed to the parking garage, picked the fastest car, and sped off to Emerald Lake Manor.

He didn't catch all the details about why Emily had fainted, but he knew he needed to get to her as quickly as possible.

She was pregnant, and even if she wasn't, he didn't want anything to happen to her.

With that thought, Michael made it home in just ten minutes.

By then, the doctor had already checked on Emily and was preparing to leave, having determined it was nothing serious.

"She's just overworked and hasn't been eating enough, so she's a bit hypoglycemic and Exrlausiter. Don't worry, ffmith of legisch reears' sonnen esc"

The doctor added, "But you should remind Mrs. Smith to take care of herself, especially

now that she's pregnant. She needs to think about the baby, too."

The doctor's words echoed in Michael's mind as he nodded, breathing heavily.

He had thought Emily was still grieving her mother's death.

Or maybe she was still angry at him for keeping her confined to Emerald Lake Manor.

But who could have guessed that Emily was trying to harm their baby?

After the doctor left and Lexine led the servants away, Michael went upstairs alone, pushing open the bedroom door. The noise caught Emily's attention.

She looked over, blinking weakly. Seeing Michael's dark expression, she remained indifferent.

It was this indifference that infuriated Michael even more.

He rushed forward, grabbing Emily by the throat. Seeing her struggle for breath, clutching the bedsheets but not calling for help, he let go, glaring at her with intense anger.

"Emily, what do you want from me to be satisfied? I've agreed to the divorce. Why are you still harming yourself? Are you deliberately trying to go against me?" Against him?

Harming herself?

Emily didn't understand what Michael was talking about.

She wanted to argue, but she was too weak.

She had just had a bowl of soup and was feeling relatively good. Plus, she had just received an advance on her salary from Penelope, enough to cover Michael's debt.

So, she didn't bother responding, instead picking up her phone and doing something on it.

Then she turned off the screen and said to Michael, "It's over."

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"What's over? Explain yourself!" Michael was fed up with Emily's attitude.

Emily smiled, speaking lightly. "I said, we're over."

As soon as she finished speaking, Michael's phone buzzed.

Realizing something, he quickly picked it up and saw a notification: three million dollars had been deposited.

It was from Emily.

Three million dollars?

For Michael, it was a small amount.

But how did she get that much money so quickly?

Michael was shocked, about to question her, but Emily spoke first, calmly explaining. "I guess you're wondering where I got the money. Don't worry, I didn't steal or cheat. I earned every penny through my own efforts. I barely used the money you gave me, and I'll return the bank cards when I find them.

"JM Jewelry had some good projects recently. I applied to Penelope for an advance on my salary, and she agreed to give it to me once I finish the proposals for these projects. So you can take this money without worry. I've paid off the debt. Can we get divorced now?"

Divorce again.

So, she had been working so hard, even at the expense of her health, just to pay off the debt and leave Emerald Lake Manor, leave him?

Michael had thought he could use the debt to keep Emily tied to him for a while. But now, he realized he was wrong.

He had underestimated Emily's determination and strength. She was no longer the same person.

Everything had changed.

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He had tried to hold on, but in the end, it was all in vain.

"Fine, divorce. Tomorrow morning, we'll get divorced." His voice was hoarse but

resolute. After speaking, Michael stiffly turned and left the bedroom.

Watching him leave, Emily felt a mix of emotions.

But there was a hint of joy.

Finally, she could leave, leave Michael, leave this bloodthirsty place called Emerald City.

The next morning, Emily felt much better.

Thanks to Lexine's soup, she had gotten up in the middle of the night and sneaked into the kitchen for three more bowls.

Now, she wasn't hungry at all and felt quite cheerful.

Emily put on a white dress.

Just like the day she first met Michael, she tied her hair into a neat bun.

But today was different. Back then, she was meeting Michael's mother, applying for a caregiver job.

Now, she was pregnant with Michael's child, and was ending this twisted marriage.

It was to give him freedom, and herself as well.

Wearing loose flats, Emily slowly made her way downstairs.

Lexine was already waiting at the dining table, and Michael had started eating.

He looked the same as always, in a navy suit, with his usual breakfast in front of him,

his hair perfectly styled with gel, his expression stern and distant.

He had always been like this, from the day she met him.

Suddenly, Emily found herself lost in thought.