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.

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

if she's okay,"

I'll go to the police station tomorrow to get to the bottom of this. That thug needs to explain himself, to give Veda an

anger, Emily couldn't help but

said men only acted

thinking it. She

laughing at?" Michael asked, clearly attuned to her

stop herself from overthinking, Emily decided to call it a night. There was a lot to handle at home tomorrow, and

I can't be your secretary for the next few

busy right now. It's just the public opinion stuff we haven't

under siege lately.

could change. In this fast-paced world, one day, you could be a high and mighty heiress and,

couple might be on the brink of breaking up, and tomorrow they

matter how the world changed or where her kids were, Penelope always had her career to

like that. She believed that

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

divorce, they were still technically

her bath and came out, Michael was already gone. His pillow was missing too. He even left a note on the bed: [I'm in the guest room, you

couldn't help but smile. She lifted the quilt and lay down, feeling a wave of warmth envelop her. She curled up, closed

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

president but to lecture Michael, piling on the pressure and making