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 you

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

time, and just as he started to

bring a low-pressure atmosphere

time would be the same. Emily was even

unexpectedly, Michael politely invited them into the house and even asked Ava to

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

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

under the warm light of the living room,

he was like a gentle blade, each cut lethal yet delivered with a soft touch. What a truly

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

across from her, giving her constant signals. It seemed to say, "What should

gestured to Emily, like, "You made this mess,

on herself. Why did she have to bring Daniel to Emerald Lake Manor? Wasn't that like walking

to hear Emily call his name. He

pointed to

into Michael's study now. She used to go

were only a few people in the house, no need to put on

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."

Michael was unusually gentlemanly and polite, even speaking

guess why. After all, they were about

marriage in name only was ending, what was there to argue about? And,

out, you must already know that,"