The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 138 The Dress Blessing

Sophia had been holed up in bed for days, looking like a total mess with her hair all over the place.

Hayden, who usually spoiled her, finally had enough. He barged into her room, fuming. "Sophia! Are you still my daughter? So what if Michael dumped you? He's got his own problems now, you should be relieved!" His words hit Sophia hard. She didn't want to admit she got dumped.

"Who told you Michael dumped me?" she yelled, her face twisted with anger, startling Hayden.

Sophia, usually so gentle, had never acted like this. Evelyn rushed in, knowing Sophia better than anyone. She knew Michael must have been the one to end things. She had already told Hayden.

But Hayden, being the doting dad he was, didn't get it and joined in Evelyn's rant. "Michael doesn't know what he's missing. You'll find someone better!"

Evelyn and Sophia were set on marrying into the Smith family. Now, only they were worried. Sophia was heartbroken, and Evelyn was scheming ways to win Michael back.

"Let Sophia be alone for a bit. You don't understand a young girl's feelings!" Evelyn said, trying to push Hayden out.

But he was still fuming and kept yelling at Sophia. "Michael's not the only rich guy around! I have a friend connected to Mrs. Watson, Mabel Simpson, from Emerald City. It's her birthday today, and her grandson's coming back from abroad. I thought of taking you there to meet people! But seeing you like this, you don't deserve to be my daughter..."

"Dad!" Sophia perked up, not because of Mabel's grandson.

knew all the wealthy families in Emerald City were connected to the Smiths. If

go! When is it?"

and Evelyn were shocked. It took Hayden a moment

beef Michael and Bryan had. Mason and Michael didn't explain, and she didn't feel it

Michael didn't seem to hate Bryan. So, she figured things wouldn't

a dress, and she couldn't help but smile. "Oh, Mrs. Smith, you look amazing! This dress is perfect on you, I can't stop staring!" The sales

and kept admiring herself in the

clerk raised her voice on purpose. "Mrs. Smith, Mr. Smith

usually pretty decisive when it came to shopping, especially someone like

really interested in Michael's

to brush it off when she heard that familiar voice outside the fitting room. "Don't take too long, we're in a

with the sales clerk, then lifted her skirt and slowly walked out of

was considered the best cosmetic treatment.

Emily was the perfect example. Her skin wasn't just delicate; it had a natural rosy glow. With the lighting, she looked even more

hair casually pinned up, Emily looked elegant and gentle, exuding feminine charm. Indeed, when Michael saw Emily like this,

at home. Although she was still charming, it