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.

she snapped, answering the

anxious, lied, "Mrs. Smith! Something bad happened. The shareholders are causing trouble again, and Mr. Smith got injured. He's been

mistake of her life. The hospital was so crowded it made

fine, chatting and laughing with the nurses at the

striking features, perfectly proportioned double eyelids, and a sunny smile. He always

was

of this, Emily felt

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

her sadness, gritted her teeth, and walked forward. Her flat shoes made no

Michael that he

Michael said,

he always loved toying with her,

it's serious, huh? You even have time to flirt in the

a hospital, and they couldn't argue with Emily.

you talk nicely?" Michael sighed, turning to look at

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

this hospital meeting to take her for a gynecological check-up. He wanted to know if Emily was really suffering from some incurable stomach

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