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.

felt too awkward to go downstairs and bother Veda. He was terrible

tell me if she's okay,"

don't tell me, I'll go to the police station tomorrow to get to the bottom of this. That thug needs

righteous anger, Emily couldn't help but

unstable? They said men only acted like that

even thinking

at?" Michael asked, clearly attuned to her

to call it a night. There was a lot to handle at home

the way, I can't be your secretary for the next few days. You saw

now. It's just the public opinion stuff we haven't dealt with yet. I can handle it. You focus on home

PR issues. The Smith family had been under siege lately. But Michael seemed more considerate now. That

In this fast-paced world, one day,

the brink of breaking up, and tomorrow they could be teaming up for the family business,

seen. No matter how the world changed or where her kids were,

become a woman like that. She believed that one day

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

divorce, they were

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

lay down, feeling a wave of

Mansion. She was busy comforting Veda, taking care of Mason, and handling all sorts of family matters. She had barely seen

they weren't there to oust the president but to lecture Michael, piling on the pressure and making his work a mess. Hearing