The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 408 Unexpected Fainting

How could Michael let Emily act so irrationally?

Not expecting any compensation from him? That's just said out of anger.

The child she was carrying had half the Smith family's blood!

"Emily, do you really want a divorce?" Michael asked, his neck and temple veins bulging. His face was twisted with anger, his eyes filled with resentment. In the past, Emily would never have dared to provoke him like this.

But now, Emily acted as if she didn't see it.

She nodded solemnly, her response serious and unwavering. "Yes, I really want a divorce. There has never been any real love between us. There wasn't before, there isn't now, and there never will be. I hope you won't waste my time any longer, and don't wait until the child is born to create a scandal."

"The sooner we separate, the sooner we can both find our own peace and happiness." Emily said, her words cutting deeply and leaving Michael speechless.

With that, Michael's mood plummeted to rock bottom.

He hated it hated how Emily had changed, hated how they had come to this point.

But the fact was, Emily's attitude had completely shifted. She was determined to get a divorce, and he wasn't one to force someone against their will. What could he do but agree?

"Fine, you want a divorce? You got it. But you have to pay back everything you owe me. The rent for the house near Emerald Lake Manor, the living expenses I gave you- every penny."

'Hmph, he finally showed his true colors.' Emily looked at the man ruthlessly demanding repayment.

She hated herself even more-hated her own powerlessness and despised her own naivety in the past.

"Fine, send me the amount and your account number. I'll pay you back in installments. Once it's all paid off, we'll get divorced. In the meantime, I'll cover the costs of living at Emerald Lake Manor, including food."

Michael was taken aback and replied, "Consider it a gift."

Emily responded without hesitation, "No need. I won't owe you anything. Besides, in my heart, we're already divorced."

With that, Emily didn't explain further and went upstairs.

Lexine came in with a bowl of freshly made soup, but

was cold as

few days, Emily and Michael were both at

barely spoke. To the servants, it was clear that Michael

house was eerily

Emily had started working remotely for

knew she was recovering well and needed work to keep her occupied, so she assigned her several high-quality

leaving her no time to dwell on her

money to pay off those so-called 'debts' and escape the Smith family's clutches as

knocked on

plate of food, looking

her not to call her Mrs. Smith, just Emily. It had taken Lexine a long time to get used to it, and

to type on her keyboard, recalling the content of her recent online meeting. Without looking up, she responded, "Lexine,

the

eat. You barely touched dinner last night,

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up. You need to eat something, even if it's just a little. Otherwise, your body's gonna give

words touched Emily's

her mom, but

just a paid servant. If she didn't have this job, would she care about her well-being? True, selfless care like a mother's was something she would

Emily's eyes flickered, and she snapped

at the

she had no appetite. Even for the

bite was

a huge debt. How could she enjoy their food

I'm not hungry.

The same words again.

and

every time

were really a

her work, it was already the

clock, then at the nearly pitch-black