The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 59 Eerie Atmosphere

Daniel looked at Emily with a soft smile. "Emily, this isn't on you. Don't beat yourself up over someone else's screw-up. Remember what the doctor said? You need to chill and rest so the baby stays healthy. Don't forget that, okay?" Emily lay there, feeling down and unable to shake off the fear. "Daniel, I just need some time alone."

Daniel nodded and left the room. Emily touched her belly, thinking about how close she came to losing her baby last night. 'I'm so sorry, baby. I should've protected you better.' The guilt was eating her up.

She wanted out of her marriage. She wanted a divorce, like, yesterday. The thought made her tear up. 'How did things get so messed up with Michael?'

During the week Emily was in the hospital, Michael showed up every day. But after seeing the look in her eyes when she told him to leave, he couldn't bring himself to go in.

On the day she was discharged, Michael finally walked into the room. Emily didn't kick him out or say a word; she just ignored him.

Ava was helping Emily pack. "Mrs. Smith, how did you end up back here? You need to take better care of yourself. When we get home, I'll whip up something tasty to help you recover."

Ava's concern warmed Emily a bit. She smiled, "Thanks, Ava."

As they packed, Michael spoke up, "Ava, can you give us a minute?"

Sensing the tension, Ava sighed and stepped out.

Michael moved closer and grabbed Emily's hand. "Emily, are you giving me the silent treatment? You're still mad, right?"

Emily pulled her hand away coldly. "She almost killed me. Can't I be mad? Mr. Smith, everyone has their pride. If you don't care about yours, I can disrespect you too."

went back to packing. Michael, trying to keep his cool, softened his tone. "Emily, I know you're upset, but it's

just fighting? Michael, be honest-do you even have

and walked out. Michael followed,

had every right to be upset, but he didn't know how to fix it. "Emily, how about I take you to the charity auction at Silver Creek Manor tomorrow? I'll get you anything you want to make up

I'll take you.

Emily nodded. "Okay."

guilty, but she didn't care

the auction from Abigail a week ago. When she found out about the jewelry being auctioned, she knew she had to go. One piece, a hairpin named "Lucky," had her so excited she couldn't sleep. It was a special gift from Isabella,

it to cover some financial trouble. She could let go of everything else, but not "Lucky," which Isabella had made just for her. It was a gift from Isabella before her accident, a keepsake she treasured. The hairpin was crafted with such care for her coming-of-age ceremony, and Isabella had hoped she'd wear

her to countless charity auctions, but "Lucky" never showed up. She had no clue

Hayden sold the hairpin, she was livid. She'd felt guilty and remorseful for years for not being able to

materials Isabella personally picked out. She crafted it herself, not

a coma in the hospital, with

the hospital, Emily felt gross. Even though she bathed

got home was head

finished, she realized a problem: she forgot to bring clothes, and the bath towel was

though this was her room and no one usually came in, she was too

couldn't hear her. Just as she was about to give up and make a quick

relief. Thank goodness she hadn't run out naked, or

heard Michael outside asking, "Emily,

Michael, not hearing a response but seeing the bathroom light on and a shadow moving behind the door, asked