The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 8 Hospital Examination

The car zoomed down the road and got there in no time. The driver had never seen Michael this pissed off before. He slammed the car door so hard, the driver started sweating bullets.

Meanwhile, Emily was chilling on the balcony, watering her flowers. She didn't have to deal with the Brown Family today, and she had pushed the whole divorce thing out of her mind. She was feeling pretty good. Then, out of nowhere, she heard the screech of brakes. She looked up and saw Michael, who had left earlier, storming back.

She frowned, wondering why he was back. 'Did he forget some documents?' But then she saw the furious look on his face as he pushed open the door. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Emily, go change. We're going to the hospital," Michael barked, snatching the watering can from her hand and tossing it aside.

Emily suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe. 'Did he find out I'm pregnant?' she wondered.

"I'm not going," she managed to say, her throat dry.

Michael's face got even darker. "I'm not asking. Are you going on your own, or do I have to get someone to tie you up and drag you there?"

Emily knew Michael could be a real tyrant. When he said something, he meant it, and he really would have someone tie her up.

She frantically tried to think of an excuse. She couldn't go to the hospital; she'd definitely be found out, and the consequences would be unbearable.

"Why do I need to go to the hospital? I'm not sick," she stalled, trying to buy time.

so stubborn, Michael rubbed his temples in frustration. The stabbing pain in his heart was getting worse, and he couldn't take her

I'm not going, you lunatic." She knew he was forceful, but she didn't expect him to not even give her

message to Abigail on her phone, asking her to meet them at the hospital

are you so

trying to look calm. "I'm not! Why do you insist on a check-up? I already had my

at her but didn't say anything else. Emily felt uneasy from his glare but also found his sudden childishness kind of

hospital entrance, she saw Abigail. Michael half-dragged, half-carried her out of the car, and Abigail pretended to run into them by chance. "Oh, Emily, what are you doing here? Are

here for a check-up. What about you?" she

a friend. Are you really here for a check-up? Are you actually sick? I was just about to

asked, "Can Abigail come with me? You know I faint at

she really did faint at the sight of blood. Luckily,

around plenty of times, so he didn't object. He let go of Emily and walked ahead, with Emily and Abigail

a check-up. I can't let him find out I'm pregnant," Emily whispered,

as long as I'm here, Michael will

smile despite her

detail. Some reports came out quickly, while others would take until

was normal except for some mild gastritis. He looked at Emily, who was huddled with Abigail, feeling anxious and

think it was?