The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

At the dining table, Mason shot Emily a smile, noticing she looked a bit thinner since the last time he saw her.

"Emily, have you lost weight? Is Michael giving you a hard time again?" Mason asked, frowning.

Before Emily could answer, Scarlett chimed in, "With you around, who could possibly bully her?" She gave Emily a sarcastic glance.

Scarlett, despite being over fifty, looked like she was in her forties thanks to some serious upkeep. Like most rich ladies, she wasn't a fan of daughters-in-law from less wealthy backgrounds. Her disdain for Emily was pretty clear; she was cunning but not exactly bright.

"Did I ask you? Why are you butting in?" Mason snapped at Scarlett.

Scarlett, scolded by Mason, reluctantly shut her mouth.

"Grandpa, I think I've actually gained weight," Emily said, trying to lighten the mood.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Mason smiled again. "Eat up, you shouldn't always be dieting," he said, piling some of her favorite food onto her plate.

"Grandpa, you're so biased. You've never served me food before," came a voice before the person even appeared. Emily knew it was Michael's sister, Veda Smith.

Mason's face darkened as Veda in leather clothes, with colorful dyed hair and heavy makeup, walked in.

"Look at yourself! What's with your hair?" Mason was so mad at his rebellious granddaughter he nearly blew a gasket.

Veda ignored Mason, pulled out the chair next to Emily, and sat down. "Oh, Emily, finally showing your face?" Veda, around eighteen, was in her prime rebellious phase in the Smith family.

"Veda Smith," Emily greeted her, unsure of what else to say.

Veda ignored her and started eating like she hadn't had a meal in days.

Mason, furious, threw down his knife and fork and glared at Scarlett. "Is this the daughter you raised? No manners at all. What a disgrace." He stormed off from the table.

Scarlett, seeing Veda still eating and herself getting scolded, shot Emily a hateful look.

Emily felt wronged. 'Why glare at me? You should glare at Veda.' Of course, she only dared to think it.

"Enough, don't be so rude at the table. Didn't you hear what your grandpa just said? What's with your outfit and hair?" Scarlett, finding Emily silent, turned to question Veda.

Veda, finally full, looked up at Scarlett and smiled mischievously. "I just came from a comic convention. You mean my hair?" She pulled at her hair, and the colorful wig came off, which she tossed on the table. "Fake, don't freak out." Emily looked at Veda, finding her whimsically cute.

Scarlett was livid. "Go change, or do you want to get punished by your grandpa?"

Veda laughed indifferently. "Grandpa is so old-fashioned." Then she looked at Emily, who had been trying to stay invisible.

"Do you know how to remove makeup?" Her tone was neither friendly nor hostile.

Before Emily could figure out what she meant, Veda grabbed her and walked out. When they reached the corridor, Emily shook off Veda's hand.

"What are you doing?" Emily eyed Veda warily.

Veda leaned against the carved column, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Can't you see I'm helping you? Or do you want to stay there and get nagged by my mom?"

Emily wasn't buying it. She knew Veda had disliked her from the moment she married Michael. Veda had always made things tough for her, probably because she was obsessed with Michael.

Emily didn't think much of Veda either, seeing her as just a spoiled, rebellious brat.

"Thanks," Emily said flatly and turned to leave, but Veda blocked her path.

"When are you going to divorce Michael?" Veda asked, not treating Emily like a sister-in-law at all.

Emily's face darkened. "What? Do you want to marry Michael?"

In the past, she could tolerate the Smith family's antics, but now that she and Michael were getting divorced, she saw no reason to hold back.

Sure enough, Veda reacted like a cat whose fur had been ruffled. "Nonsense, what are you talking about? Do you believe I'll tear your mouth apart?"

Emily took a step back, crossed her arms, and looked at her coldly. "Didn't you start talking nonsense first?"

Veda was speechless, glared at her, and stormed off.

In the afternoon, it started raining. Emily spent the time with Mason, drinking tea and enjoying the rain, feeling quite at ease. If it weren't for Michael's sudden return, she felt she could live there forever.

The air was a bit chilly after the rain in the late autumn afternoon. Emily went back to her room to grab a coat and saw Michael standing in front of Mason when she passed the corner of the living room. She suddenly stopped because Michael suddenly knelt down.

"Grandpa, why can't you agree with me?" Michael knelt on the ground, holding Mason's legs, speaking sincerely.

Mason seemed furious, took a deep breath, and then angrily scolded, "You bastard, if I agree, who will take care of Emily? Emily is such a good girl, and you want a divorce?"

Mason didn't expect that Michael, who only came back once a month, would ask for a divorce as soon as he returned, making his blood pressure soar, wishing he could beat Michael to death.

Emily's hand holding the coat tightened unconsciously. 'So he is so eager to divorce, even willing to kneel and beg Mason. Fine, since it has come to this, what is there to hesitate about?' Then she heard him say.

"Grandpa, I don't love her. Forcing us to be together makes both of us miserable. What's the point?" Michael's words were like daggers stabbing into her heart.

Hearing this, Mason was so angry that he felt dizzy. The butler, Benjamin White, stepped forward to support him and advised, "Mr. Mason Smith, take care of your health."

Then he said to Michael, "Mr. Michael Smith, please say no more. Mr. Mason Smith just took his blood pressure medication yesterday."

Michael was about to get up and ask about Mason's health when Mason let go of Benjamin's hand.