The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Emily glanced at Scarlett, wondering why she used to be so scared of her. Now, she just saw Scarlett as a clueless socialite.

"Say something. Stop pretending. I never wanted Michael to marry you, and now I see I was right..." Before Scarlett could finish, Emily puked all over her. "Oh, crap! Emily, what the hell are you doing?" Scarlett jumped back, totally grossed out.

Emily wiped her mouth and gave a fake apology. "Sorry, I ate too much tonight and couldn't hold it in," she said with a casual smile. 'Yeah, I did it on purpose.'

"You just wait." Veda snapped, then helped the fuming Scarlett leave.

"Baby, you did great. You know they've all been bullying me, right?" Emily murmured softly, rubbing her belly with a gentle look in her eyes.

Scarlett had just left when Benjamin knocked on the door again. Emily was annoyed, feeling like it was never-ending.

"Mrs. Smith, you should go to the family chapel. Mr. Michael Smith refuses to take his medicine and is vomiting," Benjamin said, looking worried.

Emily didn't seem bothered and replied coolly, "Then call a doctor. Why come to me?" She didn't want to see him now. He had been so firm in his words, and she didn't want to seem desperate.

"Mrs. Smith, it was Mr. Michael Smith who asked me to call you. Please, just go to him. Mr. Michael Smith's back is badly injured, and Mr. Mason Smith was really harsh," Benjamin, who had watched Michael grow up, naturally felt sorry for him. Emily stayed unmoved. Benjamin knew they were getting a divorce and were still mad at each other.

"Benjamin, tell him that if he wants to die, then never take the medicine," Emily said coldly, closing the door.

Benjamin had no choice but to leave, shaking his head.

When Michael heard that Emily didn't want to see him, the pain in his back seemed to get worse. Trembling, he finished copying the family rules for the thirty-eighth time and then collapsed. Benjamin quickly helped him up. "Mr. Michael Smith, just admit your mistake and stop talking about divorce. Mr. Mason Smith won't punish you anymore. Don't be so stubborn."

Michael didn't answer but asked, "Did Mrs. Smith vomit tonight?" since he had been vomiting terribly earlier.

Benjamin frowned. 'Isn't he asking for a divorce? Why does he seem so concerned about Emily? Does he want the divorce or not?'

Benjamin replied, "I heard Mrs. Emily Smith vomited on Mrs. Scarlett Smith, and Mrs. Scarlett Smith was furious."

Hearing this, Michael's lips curled into a smile. He could picture Scarlett's angry face. 'When did Emily get so bold to puke on Scarlett?' Michael thought.

Michael asked, "My mom didn't trouble her, did she?" His first reaction was to worry if Scarlett had given Emily a hard time.

Benjamin asked, "Mr. Smith, if you care so much about Mrs. Smith, why talk about divorce? You're suffering for nothing, and it's heartbreaking to see you like this."

He suddenly shook his head and laughed. 'Is this what caring looks like? But the pain in my back reminds me I shouldn't care about her,' he thought.

"Benjamin, apply the medicine for me," he said, understanding why Emily didn't want to see him.

But in the middle of the night, Michael sneaked out of the family chapel. He wanted to see if Emily was really so heartless, not caring about him at all.

The family chapel was quite far from their quarters. His back hurt, and he walked slowly. However, he was familiar with the place, so he soon found his way back to the room.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

He didn't turn on the light. By the moonlight through the window, he saw a small lump on the bed. She was indeed asleep.

He was furious. While he was copying the family rules, she was sleeping. Childishly, he yanked the blanket off her.

He was about to pull her up, but as soon as he touched her arm, he felt her skin burning hot.

Frowning, he touched her forehead. She had a fever. His anger dissipated instantly.

"Emily, wake up. You have a fever." He lifted her upper body with one hand. Maybe it was because he touched her back wound, she opened her eyes.

"Michael? Why are you here?" Emily's voice was hoarse.

"Well, if I hadn't come, you could have died from the fever, and no one would know," Michael said impatiently.

Emily realized she had a fever. No wonder she felt hot and cold in her dreams.

"How did I get a fever?" She was still groggy from the fever. But she remembered Michael was being punished. 'How did he get here?'

"Did you sneak out?" Emily squinted at him.

"So what? Are you going to tell grandpa?" Michael said, getting up to look for medicine in the cabinet.

Then he added, "But now, mind your own sickness."

Emily watched him turn on the light and rummage around.

"What are you looking for?" she asked hoarsely.

"Fever medicine, of course," he replied without looking back, then asked, "Did you apply medicine to your back?" He remembered Mason's last whip also hit her. Although Mason had held back, it still seemed severe. Emily turned her head away, not answering.

"I'm asking you, did you apply medicine?" Michael raised his voice, standing up and staring at her.

Emily just softly replied, "No." She regretted it immediately because Michael suddenly walked over and said firmly, "Let me see your wound."

Emily felt her feverish face getting even hotter. "No, I'm good."

Michael could see her evasive eyes and suddenly wanted to tease her. "Emily, are you shy?" Michael smiled.

Emily glared at him. "Michael, if you're going crazy, just go to the family chapel. What does my shyness have to do with you? And don't forget, we're about to get divorced."

Michael snorted. "I haven't forgotten, but we haven't divorced yet, have we? What's wrong with me looking at your wound?" He ignored her protests, pressed her onto the bed, and lifted her nightgown.

Emily was caught off guard, feeling humiliated for the first time. "Michael, let go of me, you jerk." She struggled weakly, and her voice was soft and powerless due to the fever.

"Don't move." Michael saw a clear whip mark on her thin back, already bruised and swollen, looking painfully obvious on her delicate skin.