The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Michael was a sharp guy. With Daniel's hint, he quickly realized someone was helping him from behind the scenes.

He looked puzzled, his mind racing with guesses. 'Who could it be? Grandpa?'

But that didn't seem likely. Mason was old and had long stopped meddling in Smith Corporation's affairs. Even if he did, Mason would have come to him first to settle accounts.

Honestly, getting into a bar fight was no small matter. It involved legal issues and could damage Smith Corporation's reputation.

If Mason had intervened, Michael would be in an even tougher spot. Besides, Mason was always cautious and wouldn't act rashly, drawing media attention.

He didn't even consider Emily.

"So, who is it?" Michael asked.

Seeing Michael's confusion, Daniel had no choice but to give him a hint.

"Michael, you're underestimating Emily."

Emily?

A jolt of realization hit Michael, clearing the fog in his mind.

"How... how could it be her?"

"Why not?" Daniel replied, recounting Emily's impressive actions that day.

Most of what he knew came from Veda, who had a knack for embellishing stories. But having witnessed Emily's prowess firsthand, Veda was genuinely impressed and awed. Daniel relayed the vivid details, hoping Michael would appreciate Emily's efforts. Right now, Daniel cared more about Michael recognizing Emily's contributions than about them reconciling.

Michael was stunned, his emotions in turmoil.

It was Emily who had helped him and Smith Corporation!

In their darkest hour, it was his wife who came to the rescue.

Thinking of this, Michael felt a surge of guilt and warmth. He stood up, smiling, and told Daniel he was going to find Emily.

Daniel understood Michael's intentions but knew it wasn't the best time. Did Emily even want to see him?

But Michael was too excited to care. How could Daniel stop him?

Soon, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through Emerald Lake Manor. Michael rushed to the garage, started his car, and sped towards Emily's place.noveldrama

The car's wheels traced a glowing arc in the night. Michael's mind replayed images of Emily, his heart racing.

His thoughts were a whirlwind of guilt and gratitude.

At that moment, Michael knew he couldn't miss this chance to make amends.

Emily's image grew clearer in his mind. The neon lights of the night flashed by, illuminating the deepest, softest corner of his heart.

Meanwhile, two other people were also speeding down the road: Sophia and Dean.

Upon learning that Patrick had asked the police to find Mark, they knew they were in trouble. They left their hotel immediately, planning to escape Emerald City and lay low in Seraphim.

This time was different from Sophia's previous arson attempt at Emily's house.

With solid evidence against them, the risk was too great.

Sophia knew that if she ended up in the Emerald City police station, she'd face the same fate as her mother-losing her freedom and dignity, at the mercy of Emily and Hayden, and bearing an indelible stain on her record.

Dean, on the other hand, didn't care about reputation.

But he knew that getting caught would not only ruin him but also implicate his family.

Archibald's jewelry business was thriving. As long as he returned to Everglade City quickly, he wouldn't be affected.

Sophia and Dean were anxious, speeding through the night. The car's wheels rumbled on the road, echoing their tension.

They exchanged worried glances, the atmosphere in the car heavy.

Dean gripped the steering wheel, his mind racing. Sophia, in the passenger seat, was on edge, unsure of what to do.

"Dean, the police won't catch up, right?"

Dean, seemingly experienced, remained calm. He even reached over to soothe Sophia's hand.

"Don't worry. This isn't a big deal. The police won't chase us forever. Besides, we'll just lay low for a few days, treat it like a vacation. Let those idiots worry."

Dean was more relaxed than Sophia.

Though Sophia had orchestrated the whole thing, she was still nervous.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but her sweaty palms betrayed her anxiety.

Thankfully, Dean was by her side.

They relied on each other, their bond growing stronger in adversity.

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As the night deepened, the car's headlights pierced the darkness. Dean's composure reassured Sophia.

Driving through Emerald City's wide streets, the wind whispered, and the towering buildings' lights grew sparse.

Sophia kept a close eye on the rearview mirror, her heart still racing.

Dean drove swiftly, his gaze steady.

Despite their contrasting states, they held hands, feeling a sense of shared destiny.

At that moment, Sophia was surprised to realize that Dean had become more important to her than Michael.

When Michael finally arrived at Emily's house, Abigail was just coming out to take out the trash.

Seeing Michael, she wasn't surprised. She urged him to go inside, saying the Emerald City police had just found some leads.

Michael's heart tightened, and he rushed in.

Emily was on the phone with the police, her expression serious, her brow furrowed. "Yes, I understand. Thank you, officer. Please keep us updated. You know this concerns Smith Corporation's reputation and the CEO's honor. We can't be wronged, nor can we let the culprits go unpunished."

Seeing this, Michael could guess the gist of the conversation.

After she hung up, he hurried to Emily's side.

His first reaction wasn't to ask about the situation but to check on Emily, worried she might be exhausted.

Before Emily could respond, Abigail tactfully left.

By now, everyone knew that Emily and Michael's relationship was far from that of a typical divorced couple.

Since they were already divorced, reconciliation seemed possible.