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

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

the whole time, and just as

low-pressure atmosphere wherever he went, and the mood

time would be the same. Emily was even

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

other. The four of them stared at each other until Daniel finally spoke first. "Michael, I'm here to

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

under the warm light of the living room, his aura

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

written this

Emily sitting across from her, giving

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

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

had been waiting all night to hear

up, expressionless, and pointed to

now. She used to go in often, bringing warm soup

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

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

"You go first."

"No, you go first."

gentlemanly and polite,

all, they were about to get divorced, and

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

out, you must