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.

and began his revenge against her.

deeds was unforgivable. How could she not hate him? He was the main culprit. The years when he allowed Sophia and her mother to bully her had exhausted all her father-daughter affection for him. All that remained between them

pale. He saw Emily as the stain of his

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. One day, she would take back everything that belonged to Isabella. After getting home, Emily locked herself in her room to work on her design drafts. She didn't know when she'd finally make it, but she wasn't about to give up. She knew Sophia had become a designer for Moonlit Treasures, so the launch event in two weeks was going

news: she had received an invitation from Phantom

bouncing with excitement. Emily changed the subject by saying seriously, "Alright, you decide. By the

to lose all her reputation. Sophia, it's time for you to taste the

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

garden. He couldn't understand why she bothered with those nearly dead flowers. "They're dying," he said, parking the car

and walking inside. He didn't get mad and just followed her in. When the food was served, Emily came downstairs and was surprised to

had been weird between them. He hadn't mentioned divorce anymore and occasionally joined her for breakfast

treated him coldly. They had barely talked, like strangers sharing

made by Ava. It's light and good for the stomach. Try it,"

him suspiciously. "What are you up to? Have you revised the divorce agreement? Just 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