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.

Emily greeted her, unsure of

and started eating like

down his knife and fork and glared at Scarlett. "Is this the daughter you raised? No manners at all. What a disgrace." He stormed off from the

seeing Veda still eating and herself getting scolded, shot Emily

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

the table. Didn't you hear what your grandpa just said? What's with your outfit and hair?" Scarlett, finding Emily

mischievously. "I just came from a comic convention. You mean my hair?" She pulled at her hair, and the colorful wig came off, which she tossed on

livid. "Go change, or do you want

Then she looked at Emily, who had been trying to

to remove makeup?" Her tone was neither

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

are you doing?" Emily eyed

mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Can't you see I'm helping you? Or

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

either, seeing

Emily said flatly and turned to leave, but

you going to divorce Michael?" Veda asked,

darkened. "What? Do you want to marry

antics, but now that

had been ruffled. "Nonsense, what are

and looked at her coldly. "Didn't you