The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 15 Begging for Divorce

At the dining table, Mason shot Emily a smile, noticing she looked a bit thinner since the last time he saw her.

"Emily, have you lost weight? Is Michael giving you a hard time again?" Mason asked, frowning.

Before Emily could answer, Scarlett chimed in, "With you around, who could possibly bully her?" She gave Emily a sarcastic glance.

Scarlett, despite being over fifty, looked like she was in her forties thanks to some serious upkeep. Like most rich ladies, she wasn't a fan of daughters-in-law from less wealthy backgrounds. Her disdain for Emily was pretty clear; she was cunning but not exactly bright.

"Did I ask you? Why are you butting in?" Mason snapped at Scarlett.

Scarlett, scolded by Mason, reluctantly shut her mouth.

"Grandpa, I think I've actually gained weight," Emily said, trying to lighten the mood.

Mason smiled again. "Eat up, you shouldn't always be dieting," he said, piling some of her favorite food onto her plate.

"Grandpa, you're so biased. You've never served me food before," came a voice before the person even appeared. Emily knew it was Michael's sister, Veda Smith.

Mason's face darkened as Veda in leather clothes, with colorful dyed hair and heavy makeup, walked in.

"Look at yourself! What's with your hair?" Mason was so mad at his rebellious granddaughter he nearly blew a gasket.

Veda ignored Mason, pulled out the chair next to Emily, and sat down. "Oh, Emily, finally showing your face?" Veda, around eighteen, was in her prime rebellious phase in the Smith family.

her, unsure

eating like she hadn't

his knife and fork and glared at Scarlett. "Is this the daughter you raised? No manners

and herself getting scolded, shot

me? You should glare at Veda.' Of course, she only dared

rude at the table. Didn't you hear what your grandpa just said? What's with your outfit and

You mean my hair?" She pulled at her

do you

is so old-fashioned." Then she looked

makeup?" Her

Emily could figure out what she meant, Veda grabbed her and walked out. When they

you doing?" Emily eyed

against the carved column, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Can't you see I'm helping you? Or do you want to stay there and get nagged

the moment she married Michael. Veda had always made things tough for her, probably because she was obsessed with

Veda either, seeing her as just a spoiled, rebellious

turned to leave, but

Michael?" Veda asked, not treating Emily like a sister-in-law at

face darkened. "What? Do you want to marry

Smith family's antics, but now that she and Michael were getting divorced, she saw no reason to hold

cat whose fur had been ruffled. "Nonsense, what are you talking about? Do you believe I'll tear

back, crossed her arms, and looked at her coldly. "Didn't you start