The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

"Cut off the father-daughter relationship?" As soon as Emily came downstairs, she saw Michael frowning at the phone in the living room.

She had a gut feeling it was her dad, Hayden, on the other end. He'd said stuff like this before.

Hayden was caught off guard. He had timed his call to Emerald Lake Manor perfectly, thinking Michael would be at work and Emily would be home, jobless and lounging around. So, he called, didn't ask any questions, and angrily scolded her, finally saying he wanted to cut off their father-daughter relationship and that she shouldn't even think about the Brown Corporation shares.

Michael realized Emily had asked the Brown family for shares. What did she want them for? And she wanted all of them. Emily was pushing Hayden to the edge. No wonder he called to cut ties with her.

"Mr. Smith! Oh, I didn't know you answered the phone. I'm really sorry! Cut off the father-daughter relationship, yes, Emily is really unfilial. She actually wants to take all the shares of Brown Corporation. Isn't that too much? Sorry, Mr. Smith, please don't take it to heart. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at that wretched... that woman, Emily."

Hayden awkwardly explained on the other end of the phone for three minutes. But Michael had no intention of responding. Seeing Emily sit down at the dining table, he hung up the phone.

Michael quickly sat down, watching Emily's every move. Seeing that she had no intention of acknowledging him, his heart ached, and he picked up his knife and fork to start eating. After a while, he finally spoke, "It was your dad who called."

Michael didn't explicitly state the purpose of Hayden's call. But Emily had already heard. She paused for a moment with the spoon in her hand, then took a sip of warm soup and smiled bitterly. Emily asked, "He wants to cut ties with me?"

Michael didn't respond. He knew Emily was in a bad mood and didn't want to make it worse. So he changed the subject. "Why do you want all the shares of Brown Corporation?"

But Emily was most concerned about Brown Corporation. As long as the shares weren't in her hands, it was like announcing to everyone her incompetence.

Michael clearly saw a few more traces of vigilance and displeasure in Emily's eyes as she looked at him. "What does that have to do with you?"

Emily was stubborn, and Michael was even more stubborn. He had specifically stayed home this morning to have breakfast with Emily. He hoped she would feel a bit better. Who would have thought she would always show such a cold attitude? After all, he saved her yesterday.

"Emily, we haven't divorced yet. Isn't it natural for me to know these things? You spend my money while asking the Brown Corporation for shares. I remember you took care of me for three years, and my mother gave you money on time every year, right? With so much money, isn't it enough for you? How many luxury bags do you need to buy?"

"Enough!" Emily exploded in anger, throwing the spoon to the ground.

The half bowl of porridge she had just eaten spilled all over the table. Emily stood up, glaring at Michael, who glared right back.

"In your eyes, am I just a greedy woman who doesn't know when to stop? Whatever, we're getting divorced anyway. It doesn't matter how you think of me. But Michael, get this straight. The president of Smith Corporation, sheltered by everyone, deceived like a naive child! Don't you find yourself ridiculous?"

"When did your mother give me money? And do you know why I asked the Brown Corporation for all the shares? Why is Hayden so eager to cut ties with me? Have you investigated these things?" "Besides believing what others say, what else can you do? We live under the same roof. Have you ever carefully observed what clothes I wear every day? Have you ever seen me carry any luxury bags?" At this point, Emily couldn't help but sneer.

"Of course, your attention isn't on me, so why would you bother to look at me? I'm sorry to ruin your good mood, Mr. Smith."

She emphasized the last sentence, then grabbed a napkin, wiped her mouth, threw it aside, and went upstairs with tears in her eyes.

Ava came out again. "Oh dear, Mr. Smith, what happened this time?"

Ava hurriedly checked the porridge in Emily's bowl. More than half of it was spilled on the table. She had just managed to persuade Emily to come down, and within ten minutes, Emily went back up! "Don't mind her! Eat if she wants! I don't care if she dies!"

The last sentence was clearly said out of anger. He wished Emily would run downstairs and argue with him like she used to. At least that would prove Emily still had the strength to fight. But now, Michael only heard Emily's sudden pause and the deafening sound of a door slamming.

Before leaving Emerald Lake Manor, Michael went to the foyer to change his shoes. Suddenly, he remembered what Emily had said at the dining table and instinctively glanced at the bag cabinet.

As the wife of a wealthy family, Emily's bags were indeed pitifully few. Most of them were off-brand, ones he had never heard of. Compared to Veda, who had a whole room dedicated to bags, it was the most direct and obvious distinction between the rich and the poor.

Thinking of this, Michael began to feel suspicious. As soon as he left, he called Andrew.

"Check the transfer records from my mother to Emily over the past three years. And investigate Brown Corporation, Hayden, and Emily's mother. Find out everything."

Watching Michael leave Emerald Lake Manor in a hurry while on the phone, Emily was no longer curious about where he was going. She just felt very tired and didn't want to be involved in the battles of the wealthy anymore.

Last night's events had given her unprecedented fear and pain. How could she not hate, and how could she let them go? But some grudges were not settled immediately; the time had to be right.

As for Hayden, wanting to cut off the father-daughter relationship? That was not something that could be resolved with just words.

Thinking of this, Emily gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, silently vowing in her heart. The shares of Brown Corporation must return to her hands intact.