The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Candice's words brought a hush over the hospital room.

Abigail had always steered clear of drama. She worked hard, went home quietly, and kept a safe distance from the high society of Emerald City. Emily was her only link to that world.

So, when Candice started narrowing down suspects, the only people Abigail could think of were Michael and his sister, Veda.

"Could it be Veda? She's always had this weird hostility towards Emily. Sometimes I even wonder if she's really Michael's sister. Maybe she has feelings for him?"

"Abigail!" Emily cut her off, her voice urgent. She hadn't even thought before speaking, but then she quickly regained her composure.

When she thought about Veda and Michael, it was true they didn't look much alike, and their personalities were worlds apart.

More importantly, Emily had once shared Abigail's suspicions. She had wondered why Veda harbored such animosity towards her, and why Veda's feelings for Michael were so uniquely complicated.

But Emily had never dug too deep. Her kind nature led her to believe that Michael and Veda were indeed siblings, and it was possible that Veda resented Emily for taking all of Michael's attention.noveldrama

Besides, Veda had been spoiled for years, and with a mother like Scarlett who often contradicted her, it wasn't surprising that Veda's behavior seemed off.

Thinking of Scarlett, Emily's expression changed.

Candice noticed this, especially when Emily's fingers began to unconsciously rub the edge of the table. She quickly asked, "Emily, did you remember something?"

Candice didn't know much about Veda, but she had at least heard of her. Veda was known as the heiress of Smith Corporation and Michael's sister, with a peculiar temperament and a spoiled nature, yet she had an unexpectedly close relationship with Michael.

Could there be more to the story?

Had Abigail stumbled upon the truth?

Emily took a deep breath. Before answering Candice's question, several faces flashed through her mind: Michael, Hayden, Celeste, and Scarlett.

She felt the truth was within reach, but it was shrouded in a layer of fog. "It's just that something seems very strange to me."

Candice frowned, looking unusually excited. "What is it?"

Abigail, noticing Candice's reaction, couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly.

She instinctively scrutinized Candice, who was dressed like a socialite with an air of nobility. Why was she so concerned about Emily's affairs?

How well did she even know Emily?

Was she here today just to help Emily find the mastermind behind all this?

What did she stand to gain from it?

These questions took root in Abigail's mind.

But she remained silent, quietly listening to Emily.

"Ever since I woke up, I've been thinking about one thing. Evelyn is locked up in Emerald City Psychiatric Hospital, and very few people know that. In all this time, her daughter Sophia has only visited her a few times.

"How did the mastermind know where Evelyn was? Who could have such power?"

Candice's mind raced, quickly grasping the key point. "So, the mastermind must be closely connected to Evelyn or the psychiatric hospital, and they must have a serious grudge against you, enough to take such a big risk and use Evelyn to hurt you."

Candice was getting closer to the truth.

Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in Emily's eyes.

"Yeah, Ms. Gonzalez, you might not know this. My mom was also treated at that psychiatric hospital. Back then, I hadn't divorced Michael yet, and I couldn't support myself. I was just a caged bird in the Smith family.

"At that time, my mom's medical bills were paid by that woman. She often dealt with the hospital staff, and given her love for socializing, she likely had a very good relationship with them."

As Emily spoke, Candice's curiosity grew.

The identity of the mastermind seemed almost obvious. Just as she was about to ask, Abigail, who had been quietly listening, suddenly stood up and screamed in a nearly piercing voice, "Emily, do you mean the mastermind is Scarlett?"

As soon as Abigail spoke, the atmosphere in the room froze.

Candice watched as Abigail covered her mouth in shock, glancing fearfully towards the door, then back at Emily.

Emily responded softly, her nails nearly digging into her palms.

"Yes, that's right. It's Michael's biological mother, Scarlett."

Candice could hardly believe it.

What other secrets were hidden behind this?

Emerald City, which seemed so calm on the surface, was actually filled with such treacherous undercurrents, making it impossible to guard against and nearly driving people to the brink of collapse!

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As night fell, the lights of Emerald City appeared particularly dim in the gloom. Soon, a flash of lightning split the sky, thunder roared, and a torrential downpour began.

Celeste sat in a luxury car, her face devoid of any expression in her all-black attire. When the driver came to open the door with an umbrella, she forced a smile, got out of the car, and greeted, "Chief Adams, it's been a long time!"

Murray Adams, the newly appointed chief of Emerald City Police, smiled back at her, but his eyes were sharp.

The two had known each other from their time in Everglade City, where Murray had worked at the police department for a while.

But that was years ago, and their friendship was from those old days.

So, Murray couldn't help but admire Celeste.

After all these years without seeing each other, not even a single text, yet when they reconnected, she could still be so warm and friendly, as if they had just parted yesterday.

But Murray quickly understood why.

Celeste had been through a lot over the years, meeting all kinds of people. Her worldly wisdom wasn't surprising. Besides, her nephew Dean was currently detained at the Emerald City Police Department.

It wasn't surprising that she was eager to meet him on a rainy day like this.

So, despite Celeste's enthusiastic greeting, Murray maintained a humble and polite demeanor, waiting for her to reveal her true purpose.