The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 26 Making Amends

The coffee had gone too cold to drink; she hadn't even taken a sip. If it weren't for her moral compass, she would've loved to throw it in Hayden's face. Every time this affair about that old man came up, Hayden would lose it. If only Emily had listened to him back then, none of this mess would have happened. Sophia might've already married Michael, and the company's crisis would be ancient history.

"Emily, $400,000 is the max. Don't even think about asking for more," Hayden growled, his face dark.

"Don't forget, you're the one begging me now. $400,000? Do you even know the assets of Smith Corporation? I'm giving up the position of the Smith Family's hostess for your measly offer?" Emily shot back, her eyes cold. "What do you want? What will it take for you to divorce Michael?" Hayden was practically shaking with anger.

"You want me to divorce? Fine, hand over the Brown Corporation," Emily leaned back, arms crossed, glaring at him. "Impossible." Hayden hadn't expected that. Everything he did was for the Brown Corporation. Giving it to her? No way.

Emily's eyes were full of mockery. "Hayden, I think you've been Mr. Brown for so long that you've forgotten what the Brown Corporation used to be called. Need a reminder? You, a thief, stole the Taylor Corporation and renamed it the Brown Corporation. Now you really think it's called Brown? You've had it too good for too long and forgotten about the Taylor Family of Silverlight City, haven't you?" Emily's smile was chilling, more terrifying than a demon to Hayden. He had indeed enjoyed many good days, living in luxury, and had forgotten about the Taylor Family.

His face turned pale, his hands trembled, just like when he had run over and killed Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. He was a man from the countryside, with no background or education. He had accidentally saved the Taylor Family's daughter and married Isabella. The Taylor Family had given him everything he had ever dreamed of wealth and status.

But while he enjoyed the glory brought by money and status, he couldn't shake the vulnerability inside. He had cheated during the marriage, transferred assets, and orchestrated the car accident that killed Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. He also renamed the Taylor Corporation to the Brown Corporation, changed the ownership structure, and drove away all the former employees of the Taylor Corporation, pushing Isabella into depression and eventually leading Emily to commit suicide by jumping off a building.

his revenge against her.

could she not hate him? He was the main culprit. The years when he allowed Sophia and her

saw Emily as the stain of his life. Now Emily had hit his

I want to see your retribution. If you want me to step aside for Sophia, then trade the Brown Corporation for it. Let's see which is more important, the daughter of a mistress or the Taylor Corporation that you schemed so hard to steal." Emily finished speaking, averted her eyes from him and figured he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, which was exactly what she wanted.

had received

promise you'll look stunning and steal the show," Abigail said, practically bouncing with excitement. Emily changed the subject by saying seriously, "Alright, you decide. By the way, are you sure

"Don't worry, you can trust me. Sophia is about to lose all her reputation. Sophia, it's time for you to taste the bitterness of disgrace." Lately, Michael had been swamped

a point to come home early because he remembered Emily had said

why she bothered with those nearly dead flowers. "They're dying," he said, parking the car and walking

the watering can and walking inside. He didn't get mad and just followed her in. When the food was

them. He hadn't mentioned divorce anymore and occasionally joined her for breakfast

had some hidden agenda, so she treated him coldly. They had barely talked, like strangers sharing a meal, or roommates who rarely saw each

is Tomato Basil Soup made by Ava. It's light and

bring it over, and I'll sign it. No need for all this," she said, glancing at the soup he had just served her. Michael's face darkened at her words, and he wanted to dump the soup on her head, but he held back. "Drink