The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 11 A Fight Leads to the Hospital

An hour later, Michael wrapped up his conference call and noticed Emily snoozing on the couch in his study. For the first time, he felt a mix of amusement and frustration. 'Does she come here just to sleep?' he wondered.

He walked over with his long strides and spotted two thin sheets of paper on the floor-the divorce agreement.

His smile vanished, replaced by a grim look. 'So she comes to talk about the divorce. Is she that eager?'

Even though he was the one who suggested the divorce, seeing her signature on the agreement made him feel weirdly uncomfortable.

If he was going to feel bad, she shouldn't feel good either. With that thought, he picked up a pillow from the floor and tossed it at Emily, not too hard but not too gently either. Emily was only napping lightly and woke up immediately when the pillow hit her.

"Are you done with your meeting?" Emily sat up, annoyed that she had fallen asleep, likely due to her pregnancy.

"What? Did you come here specifically to sleep, or are you just in a hurry to get divorced from me?" Michael snorted angrily, his eyes drifting to the divorce agreement on the coffee table.

Hearing this, Emily immediately stood up and grabbed the divorce agreement. She hadn't come here to sleep.

"Yeah, didn't you want a divorce a long time ago? I've already signed it. Let's find a time to get the divorce decree." She stated expressionlessly.

Michael felt a wave of discomfort, as if she had said something outrageous.

Do you already have someone else?" Michael didn't realize his own panic made him

talking nonsense. Isn't it you who

as Sophia came back, he

the divorce, but instead, he felt angry and suffocated. Ignoring his discomfort, he

during the marriage, or didn't she rush to be the other woman?" Emily finally couldn't hold back and shouted out everything she had been

she felt disappointed and heartbroken. It felt like a hand was

could say anything, he saw her suddenly turn pale and clutch her stomach,

Emily finished speaking, she felt a cramp

has nothing to do with you, and I don't want you to interfere." Michael

and she couldn't care about what he was saying. She could

hurts. Can you take me to the hospital?" She squatted on the ground, tears of pain streaming

was stunned. Seeing she wasn't pretending, his face

stimulating his nerves. Fortunately, there was an emergency room open at night. When Emily arrived at the

contractions caused by your mood, but now your progesterone is a bit low, so it's more likely to have a miscarriage. I'll prescribe some medication to help you keep the baby, and you should stay overnight for observation. If everything is fine, you can go home tomorrow," the emergency doctor, a kind middle-aged woman, said. Emily nodded. "Thank you, but can I ask you a favor? My husband doesn't know I'm pregnant yet. Can you keep it a secret? I

understanding and left. Emily breathed a sigh of relief,

Emily had already changed into a hospital gown and

had never truly cared for her or understood her. Now, feeling connected to her emotions, her

to social events. But she was too quiet, so quiet that he often forgot