The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 190 The Obstetrics and Gynecology Department

Michael mulled it over, and no matter how he sliced it, something felt off.

"No way, Emily's lying to me," he muttered.

Seeing Michael muttering things, seemingly a bit unhinged, Andrew got a bit freaked out. Could Michael have been possessed by a ghost after not seeing Emily for a few days?

"Mr. Smith, you..." Andrew started.

Michael cut him off, "You, call Emily again."

Andrew blinked, "What?"

"I said, call her right now. Tell her the shareholders are causing trouble at the company again, and I got hurt while negotiating. Now I'm in the hospital, and she needs to come immediately," Michael ordered. "Mr. Smith, isn't that a bit much?" Andrew hesitated.

"A bit much? Andrew, you haven't been with me for a few days, and now you're switching sides? What, you don't listen to me anymore, or is Emily secretly paying you extra?" Michael snapped. "No, Mr. Smith, I'll call her right away," Andrew stammered, rushing out of the office to dial Emily's number.

Emily was still fuming at Michael, but more than that, she was mad at herself. She couldn't let go of him, willing to endure all this crap for him, but she just couldn't understand why he hated her so much and wouldn't let her go. Her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. It was Andrew.

At that moment, she was in the showroom of JM Jewelry, helping Bryan entertain some business partners. The conversation was going well until it shifted to Smith Corporation because everyone knew she was Michael's wife. Emily hated it but had to put up with it. She thought of stepping out for some air but didn't expect Smith Corporation's troubles to follow her.

snapped, answering the

are causing trouble again, and Mr.

so crowded it made her dizzy. Unable to find Michael in the emergency room, she was on the

she saw him, looking perfectly fine, chatting and laughing with the nurses

eyelids, and a sunny smile. He always had this indifferent attitude, like the

she was under his control,

of this, Emily felt her

was the one who worried about him the most, yet he insisted on tormenting her like

swallow her sadness, gritted her teeth, and

that he slowly

Michael said, sounding

always loved toying with her, playing

it's serious, huh? You even have time

hospital, and they couldn't argue with Emily. Plus, she had that strong wife vibe, and

nicely?" Michael sighed, turning to look at

casual clothes, a cardigan paired with wide-leg pants, very convenient... mainly

this hospital meeting to take her for a gynecological check-up. He wanted to know if Emily was really suffering from some incurable stomach illness or if she was pregnant, and whose child it was. All of this made

"Talk nicely with you? I don't think that's necessary. Since you're fine, I'm leaving. Don't waste my time next time; I don't