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.

unsure of

started eating like she hadn't had a meal in

down his knife and fork and glared at Scarlett. "Is this the daughter you

eating and herself getting scolded, shot Emily

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

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

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 the table. "Fake, don't freak out." Emily looked at Veda, finding her whimsically

"Go change, or do you want to

she looked at Emily, who had been trying

makeup?" Her tone was

grabbed her and walked out. When they reached the corridor,

are you doing?" Emily eyed

her lips. "Can't you see I'm helping you? Or do you want to stay there and get nagged

her from the moment she married Michael. Veda had always

of Veda either, seeing her

and turned to

going to divorce Michael?" Veda asked, not treating Emily like a

Do you want to marry

the Smith family's antics, but now that she and

ruffled. "Nonsense, what are you talking about?

crossed her arms, and looked at her