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 are

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

and just

to bring a low-pressure atmosphere wherever

thought this time would be the same. Emily was even prepared to fight Michael to the

even asked Ava to serve tea, including to Daniel, who had come with

Daniel and Abigail on the other. The four

very clear, and Abigail could sense a bit of confrontation in his words, more precisely, in

under the warm light

use a more chilling metaphor, he was like a gentle blade, each cut lethal yet delivered

was 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 maybe the next hit

from her, giving her constant

to Emily, like, "You made this mess,

Lake Manor? Wasn't that like walking into the lion's den? Forget it, this matter

hear Emily call his

and pointed to

She used to go in often, bringing warm soup and supplements, staying

There were only a few people

entered, the cold atmosphere of the study hit her. Emily took a deep breath, just about to speak when Michael spoke at

"You go first."

"No, you go first."

gentlemanly

why. After all, they were about to get divorced, and she

to argue about? And, last

you must already