The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 100 A Belated Apology

"In other words, you two are a true match," Abigail said.

"What's that?" Michael asked.

'The president of Smith Corporation doesn't even know what a true match is! Poor Emily, being with him all these years,' Abigail thought to herself. "A true match, simply put, means a perfect pair! Personality match, values match, in short, everything matches!" Abigail explained.

Seeing that Michael still didn't quite get it, Abigail decided to break it down even more.

"Think of it this way, you and Emily are definitely not a true match!"

As soon as she said this, the living room fell silent again.

Alright, she had put her foot in it again.

Seeing Michael's face darken, Abigail scratched her head helplessly and kept glancing at her phone screen, just wanting to ask, 'When is Emily coming?' The doorbell rang.

As it got darker, Ava thought it must be Emily this time. She ran to open the door with a face full of excitement, and this time she guessed right, but there was an unexpected addition.

"Ava, this is my friend, Daniel, here to help me move."

Hearing the word "move," Ava felt sad again.

"Mrs. Smith, do you really have to move? Aren't you doing well at Emerald Lake Manor?"

To be honest, Emily didn't know why she suddenly wanted to move. Logically, she didn't need to push herself so hard, especially since she wasn't financially well-off at the moment. Renting a house had already used up all her savings. Before she could answer Ava, Abigail had already rushed in from the living room. She hugged Emily tightly and gave her a big kiss.

God! What

doing? You've been gone all afternoon, I missed you so

them being affectionate the whole time, and just as he

to bring a low-pressure atmosphere

Emily

even asked Ava to serve tea, including to Daniel, who

and Abigail on the other. The four of

very clear, and Abigail could sense a bit of confrontation in

to pierce through one's heart, and under the warm light

a hint of unspoken power. To use a more chilling metaphor, he was like a gentle blade, each cut lethal yet

a pity that Abigail wasn't a scriptwriter for romantic dramas; otherwise, she would have written this perfect male lead and second male lead scenario, and

Abigail was lost in her fantasy, she saw Emily sitting across from her, giving her constant signals. It seemed to say, "What

"You made this

herself. Why did she have to bring Daniel to Emerald Lake Manor? Wasn't that like walking into the lion's den? Forget it, this matter could only be resolved by Emily

all night to hear Emily

expressionless, and pointed

She used to go in often, bringing warm soup and

them, so why pretend? There were only a few people in the house, no need

Emily took a deep breath, just about to speak when Michael spoke at the same

"You go first."

"No, you go first."

unusually gentlemanly and polite,

surprised but could guess why. After all, they were about

there to argue about? And, last

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