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.

my God! What are

doing? You've been gone all

affectionate the whole time, and

everyone, Michael seemed to bring a low-pressure atmosphere

this time would be the same. Emily

invited them into the house and even asked Ava to serve tea,

side, Daniel and Abigail on the other. The four of

and Abigail could sense a bit of confrontation in his words, more precisely, in the way Michael

the warm light of the living room, his

a hint of unspoken power. To use a more chilling metaphor, he was like a gentle blade, each cut lethal yet delivered with a soft touch. What a truly

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

in her fantasy, she saw Emily sitting across from her, giving her constant

like, "You made this mess, you clean it

Abigail's gesture, Emily immediately reflected on 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

had been waiting all night to hear

stood up, expressionless, and pointed to

to go in often, bringing warm soup and supplements, staying all

so why pretend? There were only a few people in the house, no need to put on a show for

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

"You go first."

"No, you go first."

gentlemanly and polite, even speaking

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

what was there to argue

out, you must already