The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 97 A Deeper Scheme

"Hey, Mr. Smith," Benjamin said as he walked into the study, carrying a steaming cup of tea.

He noticed Mason standing by the window, squinting into the distance with a furrowed brow, clearly deep in thought. "Have they all left?" Mason asked.

Benjamin stepped forward, nodded, and said frankly, "Mrs. Smith is still here."

"She'll leave later," Mason predicted, his expression shifting to one of anger.

"This place doesn't feel like home anymore. Everyone's just looking out for themselves. It's a joke, a complete joke!" Mason said, his voice tinged with frustration. Mason turned to Benjamin, his face now expressionless. "How did things go?" he asked.

"I've given the orders. They'll follow Mrs. Smith later. Don't worry, Mr. Smith, these are our trusted people. There won't be any mistakes," Benjamin assured him. Benjamin hesitated, frowning.

Mason sensed he had more to say and gestured for him to continue. "I just don't get it. If you're going to such lengths to follow Mrs. Smith, why not have someone follow Ms. Smith? She just went out, dressed up in broad daylight. Who knows where she's headed?"

Mason, with a knowing look, snorted and sat down on the sofa, leaning on his cane. "Veda might be a bit arrogant and playful, but she's still one of us, a Smith. I know her well. She can't hide anything. I can tell if she's up to something just by looking at her."

"So, you think Mrs. Emily Smith's situation was caused by Mrs. Scarlett Smith?" Benjamin asked, knowing Mason's sharp instincts were rarely wrong.

"She's been acting strange lately," Mason said. "Remember, it was Scarlett who arranged to bring Emily home." "Yeah, last night..." Benjamin trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

thin, and his gentle gaze turned fierce. "Spit it out, Benjamin. When did you

away, who knows how much she would've squandered." Benjamin added, "That day, Mrs. Scarlett Smith suddenly wanted to bring Mrs. Emily Smith back. Like you, I found it strange.

Benjamin's realization. He tossed his cane aside, his

why I asked you to follow her? She set up a big trap to frame me and Emily! She could've been more careful, and left no trace, but she got sloppy and exposed herself,

in the Smith family, then pretended to

sighed and

darkening. Another day had passed. The Smith family's old mansion remained

Manor, as if a big event was happening. Abigail was

don't break

so few things, pack them well, and

a discount? Even 30% off would be good, I have so few

gave up and sat on the stairs, texting Emily

the CEO's wife, you

Facebook, Abigail got a short reply from Emily: [I'll treat you to dinner

smiled, satisfied, and

came from behind, the same

is Mrs. Smith

and loaded it onto the truck. Do you think I'm playing?"