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

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

the whole time, and just as

atmosphere wherever he

be the same. Emily

even asked Ava to serve tea, including to

other. The four of them stared at each other until Daniel finally spoke first. "Michael,

bit of confrontation in his words, more precisely, in the way Michael looked

deep eyes seemed to pierce through one's heart, and under the warm light of the living room, his

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

she would have written this perfect male lead and second male lead scenario, and maybe the

saw Emily sitting across from her, giving her constant signals.

Emily, like, "You

to Emerald Lake Manor? Wasn't that like walking into the

had been waiting all night to hear Emily call his name. He looked

up, expressionless, and pointed to

rarely went into Michael's study now. She used to go in often, bringing warm soup and

why pretend? There were only a few

her. Emily took a deep breath, just about to speak when Michael spoke

"You go first."

"No, you go first."

gentlemanly and polite, even

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

there to argue about? And, last night's

out, you must already know that," Emily