The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

The car zoomed down the road and got there in no time. The driver had never seen Michael this pissed off before. He slammed the car door so hard, the driver started sweating bullets.

Meanwhile, Emily was chilling on the balcony, watering her flowers. She didn't have to deal with the Brown Family today, and she had pushed the whole divorce thing out of her mind. She was feeling pretty good. Then, out of nowhere, she heard the screech of brakes. She looked up and saw Michael, who had left earlier, storming back.

She frowned, wondering why he was back. 'Did he forget some documents?' But then she saw the furious look on his face as he pushed open the door. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Emily, go change. We're going to the hospital," Michael barked, snatching the watering can from her hand and tossing it aside.

Emily suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe. 'Did he find out I'm pregnant?' she wondered.

"I'm not going," she managed to say, her throat dry.

Michael's face got even darker. "I'm not asking. Are you going on your own, or do I have to get someone to tie you up and drag you there?"

Emily knew Michael could be a real tyrant. When he said something, he meant it, and he really would have someone tie her up.

She frantically tried to think of an excuse. She couldn't go to the hospital; she'd definitely be found out, and the consequences would be unbearable.

"Why do I need to go to the hospital? I'm not sick," she stalled, trying to buy time.

Seeing her so stubborn, Michael rubbed his temples in frustration. The stabbing pain in his heart was getting worse, and he couldn't take her nonsense anymore. She had to get checked out today. "Then I'll carry you there," he said, scooping her up.

Emily was terrified and struggled like crazy. "Michael, what are you doing? I said I'm not going, you lunatic." She knew he was forceful, but she didn't expect him to not even give her time to change clothes. Even when she was shoved into the car, she still hadn't thought of a solution. She only knew she couldn't let him find out.

In desperation, she sent a message to Abigail on her phone, asking her to meet them at the hospital and help out. After sending the message, she felt a bit relieved, but her heart was still racing.

"It's just a check-up. Why are you so nervous?" Michael suddenly asked.

Emily forced a smile, trying to look calm. "I'm not! Why do you insist on a check-up? I already had my physical this year." Actually, she was so nervous she was wringing her hands.

Michael glared at her but didn't say anything else. Emily felt uneasy from his glare but also found his sudden childishness kind of funny.

As soon as the car stopped at the hospital entrance, she saw Abigail. Michael half-dragged, half-carried her out of the car, and Abigail pretended to run into them by chance. "Oh, Emily, what are you doing here? Are you sick?" Abigail asked, acting surprised.

Emily silently gave her a thumbs-up. "Yeah, I'm here for a check-up. What about you?" she played along.

"I'm here to visit a friend. Are you really here for a check-up? Are you actually sick? I was just about to visit you. How about I tag along for the check-up?" Abigail winked at her.

Emily glanced at Michael, who had been silent but kept her close. She cautiously asked, "Can Abigail come with me? You know I faint at the sight of blood."

She wasn't lying; she really did faint at the sight of blood. Luckily, Michael had seen it happen before, so it wasn't a stretch.

"Whatever," Michael grumbled. He knew Abigail was Emily's best friend and had seen her around plenty of times, so he didn't object. He let go of Emily and walked ahead, with Emily and Abigail trailing behind.

"Abigail, what should I do? I can't have a check-up. I can't let him find out I'm pregnant," Emily whispered, panicking.

Abigail nodded and gave her a reassuring look. "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, Michael will never know he's got a kid on the way."

Emily managed a smile despite her nerves. "I'm counting on you."

Emily went through almost every possible check-up, down to the last detail. Some reports came out quickly, while others would take until the next day.

Michael looked at the check-up reports in his hand, reading them over and over. Everything was normal except for some mild gastritis. He looked at Emily, who was huddled with Abigail, feeling anxious and unsure if he believed it. "So, you've been feeling unwell and vomiting because of gastritis?" Michael snorted, feeling a mix of anger and frustration.

Emily nodded and retorted, "What else did you think it was? It's because I had a cold a few days ago."

Michael didn't care why she was vomiting, but her condition had seriously affected him. Not finding the answer he wanted, he felt inexplicably irritated. "If you're sick, take care of yourself and stop hanging out with unreliable friends," Michael said, glancing pointedly at Abigail.

Abigail looked at Emily and then at Michael, about to retort when Michael's phone rang. Emily saw that the caller was Sophia. Michael shoved the check-up report into her hand. "I'll have the driver take you back."

"No need, I'll go back myself." Emily felt a slight sting in her heart when she saw Sophia's call. 'So you still care, huh?' she thought to herself.

"Suit yourself," Michael said, walking away with his phone.

Abigail took a deep breath and smiled at Emily. "Did Michael just call me unreliable? What does he mean by that?"

Emily grabbed the agitated Abigail, interrupting her, "Forget it. He's probably going to see Sophia now. Let's go. We have to come back to the hospital tomorrow."

Abigail noticed Emily's mood had visibly dropped. She wanted to comfort her but didn't know what to say. "Emily, let's go on a trip. A change of scenery might improve your mood," Abigail suggested as they walked out of the hospital. Emily thought it was a good idea. She needed a change of environment; otherwise, she'd be stuck in the divorce mess.

"Okay, but we have to finish the collaboration with Phantom Beauty first. Can you organize the Phantom Beauty files and send them to my email?" Emily finally smiled a little.

On the way back, Abigail couldn't help but ask, "Do you think Michael will believe the check-up report?" She was still a bit worried.