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

been

time, and just as he started to smile,

Michael seemed to bring a low-pressure atmosphere wherever he went, and the

time would be the same. Emily was even prepared

politely invited them into the house and even asked Ava to serve tea, including to Daniel, who had

and Emily sat on one side, Daniel and Abigail on the other. The four of them stared at each other

a bit of confrontation in his words, more precisely, in

the warm light of the living room, his aura exuded

contrast, Daniel's gentle demeanor carried a hint of unspoken power. To use a more chilling metaphor, he was like a gentle blade, each cut lethal yet

a scriptwriter for romantic dramas; otherwise, she would have written this perfect male

across from her, giving her constant signals.

Emily, like, "You made this mess, you clean

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

hear

and pointed to the study. "Let's

to go in often, bringing warm soup

were only a

she entered, the cold atmosphere of the study hit her. Emily took a deep

"You go first."

"No, you go first."

gentlemanly and polite,

all, they were about to get divorced, and she

ending, what was there to argue about? And, last night's incident must have

must already