Chapter 492 Seeking the Truth

The media always had a unified response: they captured exactly what they saw.

"Emily, don't stress, there are always other ways."

With that, Penelope pulled up the news article on her phone again and handed it to Emily.

Emily took the phone, carefully browsing through each photo and description, trying to find any clues.

She finally spotted a familiar figure in one of the photos. "Her again?"

Penelope asked. "Who is it?"

Emily's eyelids trembled slightly, her brows furrowed, her voice low and tinged with a hint of coldness. "Sophia, my sister.

"Your sister, oh, I get it, your half-sister! How could she? Could it be..." Penelope's hesitation said it all.

Emily's fingers trembled slightly, a complex mix of emotions surging in her heart. Could this be Sophia's way of getting back at her?

A trap she deliberately set?

But why target Michael?

Sophia had genuinely loved him once!

Emily's mind was filled with doubts as she recalled Sophia's past words and actions, then thought of her and Dean.

Soon, a flash of insight hit Emily, and she found Dean's blurry figure in the report.

Sure enough, it was the two of them!

"Penelope, this morning's meeting..."

"You don't need to attend, Emily. I know Michael is the father of your child, you should do something for him."

Emily nodded, grateful for Penelope's understanding.

instructions, took one of the company's Audi A6s to

a silent vow to

name.

the car window flew by, Emily's heart

recalled her moments with

a tide, strengthening her resolve to uncover the

else,

be entangled

shouldn't have to pay

involved, so she had to step

knew, she would bear what

on Archibald's door, greeted by a woman in

to be

alone, yet had a housekeeper, which

her first visit; she only knew Archibald's address

at Emily curiously, and

to

seemed to have heard that name

chats? Or Archibald and

Kassy politely invited her in, silently speculating about Emily's

buy something. He wanted some chicken soup this morning, but I'm

called me earlier, saying there's no chicken soup available outside at this hour, so he asked me to make something simple for him to eat when he

head, a

her, noticing her slightly plump

simplicity warmed Emily's heart, and she

have ingredients at

understand why Emily

up, her noticeably pregnant belly

it occasionally, already having some guesses

just want to help him make some chicken soup. And

often at home despite being pregnant. You can help me. And maybe

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