The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Seeing the situation, Emily quickly signaled Abigail to stop talking.

Abigail got the hint and nodded, closing her mouth and helping Emily towards the door.

Michael couldn't take it anymore.

He couldn't ignore his feelings, so he took a few steps forward and softly called out, "Emily, let me help you."

Scarlett and Veda reacted differently. Scarlett's face darkened with barely contained anger, while Veda lifted her eyes, staring blankly at Michael and Emily.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on Veda's lips, as if she saw through Michael's intentions.

But the next second, she heard Emily's cold voice. "No need, Abigail's driving."

It seemed Emily still wasn't ready to forgive Michael.

Veda sighed and continued to play with her phone.

Scarlett seized the opportunity to pull the dejected Michael aside. "If they have a car, let them go on their own!"

Michael stood frozen, feeling hurt by Emily's repeated rejections. But seeing her struggle with her pregnancy, he couldn't help but step forward to help Abigail support her.

"At least let me walk you to the door."

Scarlett couldn't stop Michael no matter what.

Michael had his own mind. If he were easier to control, the entire Smith family would have been under his control long ago, leaving no room for Mason.

Thinking of this, Scarlett regretted not keeping a tighter rein on Michael and letting him grow up with Mason.

Now, he was increasingly uncontrollable, ignoring everything Scarlett said or did, which made her furious.

As Scarlett trembled with anger, Veda got up and started to head upstairs, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

"Veda! Where are you going now?" Scarlett shouted, exasperated that everyone was ignoring her.

Veda didn't look back, casually replying, "I'm tired."

Veda's figure disappeared around the staircase corner, leaving Scarlett's anger with no outlet, so she continued to shout from the first floor. "Veda, can't you respect your mother?"

"Look at you and Michael, you have no self-respect. You finally gave up on chasing Daniel, and now Michael is acting just like you did. Can you stop disgracing me?"

Talking nonsense wasn't illegal, right?

What could Mason say to her?

If he had the guts, he could disregard the Smith family's reputation and kick her out again!

Veda walked lightly, seemingly lost in her own world, ignoring Scarlett's words.

But when Daniel was mentioned, her eyes showed a hint of indifference.

Veda had grown up in this kind of world.

She knew the family disputes were endless. Unable to compete, she chose to stay out of it.

So she didn't want to get involved in Michael and Emily's affairs either. Those two were always like this. Neither could let go of the other, yet both insisted on going against their feelings, causing each other pain.

And her mother?

Her intentions were written all over her face. Everyone could see she wanted power and wealth, but so what?

As long as Mason was alive, the Smith family fortune wouldn't fall into Scarlett's hands.

Besides, Michael had seen through Scarlett's ulterior motives. How could he possibly hand over the Smith Corporation to her?

Scarlett could have chosen a more relaxed life, enjoying the time with her family, but she insisted on struggling in this whirlpool of interests, driven by a vain desire for control.

Veda sighed. She couldn't understand it and knew she couldn't persuade her.

Back in her room, the windows were bright and clean, the sunset painted the sky red, and everything was quiet, as if isolated from the world's noise.

Veda gently closed the door, leaving the echoes of the downstairs argument lingering in the air.

She could still hear Scarlett's yelling, the same few phrases repeated over and over, ending with a demand for her to marry into a wealthy family.noveldrama

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Veda's mind.

Marriage? Maybe it was time for her to leave the Smith family and live her own life. As for Daniel...

A pang of sadness hit Veda. She still couldn't let go of him easily, but no matter how hard it was, she had to take responsibility for her own life. She couldn't live under the Smith family's protection forever.

As she pondered, a buzzing sound filled her ears.

She suddenly remembered something Emily had said to her in this very room: "I don't see anything good about the Smith family. It's just a cage for me, and I'm nothing more than a canary here.

"Everyone says marrying into the Smith family is the happiest thing, but only I know that this so-called happy place is more like a hornet's nest. I came in trembling, with so many malicious people watching me, living in fear for three years. I'm exhausted." At that time, Veda thought Emily was just putting on a show.

But now her words felt so sincere.

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From Emily's recent actions, it was clear she was trying her best to escape the Smith family, to break free from this cage.

Meanwhile, Michael helped Emily into the car, his eyes filled with concern and reluctance, still murmuring.

"Take care of yourself. I've already talked to Daniel, and he'll check on you often. If anything happens, go straight to the hospital. You're about to have the baby; nothing can go wrong now."

"If you crave ceviche, just message me. Actually, I'll have the chef make it and send it over. It's fresh and tender; you'll love it."

How did Michael know she had been craving the Smith Mansion chef's ceviche lately?

Indeed, Emily didn't know why, but she often thought about the ceviche from the Smith Mansion. Maybe it was just that the dish suited her taste.

Whatever the reason, it couldn't be because she missed the Smith Mansion, right? Emily thought about it but never considered coming back just for the food.

Even today, when she came to the Smith Mansion, she had thought about it but didn't get the chance to express it.

Unexpectedly, Michael mentioned it and even offered to have it delivered.

What a help!

Though she didn't know how Michael guessed, Emily didn't refuse.

"Okay, thank you." Emily remained distant and polite.

Michael found it uncomfortable but was still pleased. At least Emily accepted his kindness and didn't reject him again.

Seeing this, Abigail didn't want to interrupt their conversation.

She quietly sat in the driver's seat, fully immersing herself in the role of a chauffeur.