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.

Michael rubbed his temples in frustration. The stabbing pain in his heart was getting worse, and he couldn't take her nonsense anymore. She had to get checked out today. "Then I'll carry you there,"

was forceful, but she didn't expect him to not even give her time to change clothes. Even when she was shoved into the car,

meet them at the hospital and help out.

Why are you so nervous?" Michael suddenly

on a check-up? I already had my physical this year."

Emily felt uneasy

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 you sick?"

her a thumbs-up. "Yeah, I'm here for a

friend. Are you really here for a check-up? Are you actually sick? I was just about to visit you. How about I tag along for the

but kept her close. She cautiously asked, "Can Abigail come with me? You know I faint at the sight

of blood. Luckily, Michael had seen it happen

best friend and had seen her around plenty of times, so he didn't object. He let go of

have a check-up. I can't let him find out I'm

and gave her a reassuring look. "Don't worry, as long as I'm here,

managed a smile despite her nerves. "I'm

to the last detail. Some reports came out quickly,

reports in his hand, reading them over and over. Everything was normal except for some mild gastritis. He looked at Emily, who was huddled with Abigail, feeling anxious and unsure if he believed it. "So, you've been feeling unwell and vomiting because of gastritis?" Michael snorted, feeling

retorted, "What else did you think it was? It's because I had a