The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Mason definitely noticed Scarlett, who was always trying to make him happy. Seeing her recent good behavior and knowing she was thinking about Emily, he decided to let bygones be bygones and said, "Take a seat and try Emily's cooking!" "Okay!" Scarlett felt like she had just won a prize. She sat down right away, her face lighting up with joy.

In the office, Michael said, "You ask, I won't."

Andrew looked at him, shocked. "Mr. Smith, are you serious?"

He added, "If you want to know what Mrs. Smith wants for dinner, you should ask her yourself. It wouldn't make sense if I did!"

Michael got the point, but he was too embarrassed to ask.

They had just had a big argument at noon, and now he was supposed to ask her what she wanted for dinner? That would look like he was trying too hard to please her.

Honestly, Michael had just wrapped up a financial meeting and was starving. He was craving some Ceviche, the kind that was super sour and burst with flavor!

But thinking about Ceviche made him think of Emily, and then he remembered she had gone back to the old mansion. He wondered what she and Mason had been up to that afternoon and what they had for dinner.

He figured they probably hadn't eaten yet. Otherwise, with their connection, how could he be the only one feeling so hungry?

But what was Emily doing? She had just been discharged from the hospital, and her stomach issues were still a problem. And now, she wasn't eating at this hour!

Was she a kid? Did she need someone to take care of her and coax her into eating?

In the end, Andrew couldn't resist Michael's insistence. He looked at Michael, who was sitting in the back seat of the car with a smug smile, and dialed Emily's number. No one answered.

Andrew said, "Mr. Smith, no one's picking up."

Michael replied, "Call the house."

Michael couldn't understand. It was dinner time at the old mansion. Why wasn't Emily answering the phone? Did she not have her phone with her? Was it out of battery? Or was she not at the old mansion and had gone to see Daniel instead? The phone in the old mansion's living room rang. To avoid any surprises in her plan, Scarlett had someone stationed by the phone.

As soon as a call came in, she rushed to answer it, "Hello? Andrew, what's up? Where's Michael? Has he eaten? Emily hasn't come back. Is Michael coming back to the old mansion tonight? Okay, I got it."

After hanging up, Scarlett was very pleased and raised her eyebrows in satisfaction. Then she stiffened her smile, transforming it into a moment of ruthlessness. She looked at her watch; it was almost time for the plan to unfold. "Who was on the phone?" Back in the dining room, Mason asked as expected. Scarlett mixed truth with lies, her expression so natural that no one could tell.

Scarlett answered, "It was Michael. He said he's been busy lately and can't come back to the old mansion to see you. He hopes you won't mind."

"He's the head of Smith Corporation. Being busy is good, but didn't I ask Emily to come back and keep me company?" Mason said, turning to look at Benjamin. He had asked Benjamin to inform Emily, so the message should have been delivered.

Meanwhile, Benjamin was also puzzled. Mason had asked Emily to return to the old mansion after being discharged today, but it was already dark, and she still hadn't shown up. Something must have come up. Scarlett said, "Yes, Dad, they're young and busy. It's normal."

She added, "Emily probably got held up. Knowing you're thinking about her, I'll tell her to see you as soon as she gets back!"

Scarlett put on a show of filial piety. She didn't forget to give Veda a look. Veda immediately received the signal and went to Mason, acting all obedient and gentle.

As for the servants who had seen Emily enter the old mansion that afternoon, Scarlett had already sent them to help in the storage room. So, no one else knew of Emily's return to the old mansion.

Meanwhile, Emily was shivering in the dark, unlit guest room. There was hardly anyone around, and the window seemed to be drafty. More importantly, Emily had just recovered and needed to nourish her body. But now, she was hungry and cold, feeling weak and drained of energy.

Why didn't Emily call? Because her phone was dead, and her charger had mysteriously disappeared. The light in the guest room was also broken. Everything seemed too coincidental. And Mason, didn't he know she had returned to the old mansion? Or had Scarlett not informed him at all? Emily began to suspect that her invitation to the old mansion might be a trap.

On the other side, Andrew said, "Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith's phone is still not answering. It seems to be off."

Michael, clutching his stomach, heard Andrew bring more bad news. Emily had just disappeared? And she disappeared on an empty stomach? How is that possible?

Trusting his instincts, Michael narrowed his eyes and instructed Andrew. "Do you have her friend's number, the one named Abigail?"

Andrew nodded, "Yes, Abigail was involved in the Moonlit Treasures project, so we have her contact information."

"Call her."

This time, the call went through smoothly. Abigail was singing with friends when she got Andrew's call and was quite surprised. She stepped out of the room to a quieter place to hear Andrew's words clearly. Abigail said, "Emily? She went back to the old mansion, didn't she?"

Hearing this, Michael grabbed the phone and frowned. "What did you say?"

Meanwhile, Veda had put on the performance of her life for Mason. Seeing Mason go for tea after dinner, she collapsed onto Scarlett, complaining impatiently, "Mom, what kind of lousy idea was that?"

She added, "I'm trying to lose weight, and you made me eat all that greasy food with Grandpa all night! And next time, can you order something more expensive? That cheap takeout smelled like gutter oil. It made me sick!" Hearing this, Scarlett turned pale with fright and quickly covered Veda's mouth. "Shut up!"