The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 153 The Smith Family's Unending Troubles

As soon as Emily walked in, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Michael.

There he was, standing by the door with a face like someone owed him a couple million bucks.

"You scared the crap out of me! What are you doing?" Emily blurted out.

Even though she was griping at him, her eyes instinctively went to Michael's wound. It looked pretty gnarly.

When the thug was about to stab Veda, Michael had charged in like a bat out of hell, grabbed the guy, and wrestled the knife away.

Emily had caught up just in time to see the blade slice across Michael's arm, leaving a nasty gash.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice full of concern.

But Michael misheard her and thought she said, "Are you nuts?" He replied, "Emily, you're the one who's nuts."

Emily rolled her eyes. She didn't even bother responding; she just checked his wound to make sure it wasn't too bad, then headed back to bed, stretching her neck and taking a deep breath. Michael trailed after her. "How's Veda?"

Emily had the patience for everyone except Michael. "Why are you asking me? She's just downstairs. Go check yourself."

Michael wanted to, but Veda hadn't said a word to him the whole way back, clinging to Emily. It made Daniel furious, but Michael found it oddly satisfying.

downstairs and bother Veda. He was terrible at comforting little

if she's

tomorrow to get to the bottom of this. That thug needs to

righteous anger, Emily couldn't help but

men

laughed at herself for even thinking it. She was

are you laughing at?" Michael asked, clearly attuned

overthinking, Emily decided to call it a night. There

can't be your secretary

the hint. "The company's not too busy right now. It's just the public opinion stuff we haven't dealt with yet. I

had been under siege lately.

it, she marveled at how quickly things could change. In this fast-paced world,

tomorrow they could be teaming up for the family business,

how the world changed or where her kids were, Penelope always had her career to fall back on, making

woman like that. She believed that one day she

she knew it, it was almost one o'clock. Dragging her tired body, Emily headed to the bathroom. She didn't care anymore

finalizing the divorce,

was missing too. He even left a note on the bed:

lifted the quilt and lay down, feeling a wave

Smith Mansion. She was busy comforting Veda, taking care of Mason, and handling all

the president but to lecture Michael, piling on the pressure and making his work a mess.