The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains
Chapter 47 Taking Her to the Hospital for a Checkup

Emily handed the phone to Michael, who was just standing there like a statue. "You planning to stand here forever?" she asked, a bit annoyed. Michael just grinned, trying to keep his cool. "You can't even lie right. Grandpa knows I never go running in the morning." With that, he turned and walked away. Emily's face tightened, and she shook her fist

She regretted helping him out; she should've let Mason chew him out. But Mason had already called, telling them to come back to the old house.

his retreating back in frustration.

Emily was sure it was because of Michael's latest scandal. Just thinking about it gave her a headache, but she had no choice but to go back. Every time she returned, she felt a knot of anxiety. The only comfort she had was her grandfather's kindness.

As soon as Emily got to the old house, Scarlett called her over.

Scarlett was lounging on the sofa, looking at Emily with disdain. She took a sip of her tea and said, "I heard you agreed to divorce Michael a while ago. Why haven't you two done it yet?"

Emily was used to her jabs by now, thinking, 'Doesn't Michael have to agree too?'

But she kept her cool and replied, "We'll get divorced when Michael has time."

Scarlett gave her a hard look. "Fine, as long as you agree. If it weren't for Michael's grandfather insisting you marry into the Smith Family, I wouldn't have let you marry him. Now that you're willing to divorce, it's for the best. Someone of your illegitimate status doesn't deserve Michael. Fine, since you said so, I won't make it difficult for you. Find a time to divorce Michael."

Emily nodded. "I'll discuss it with him."

Just as she finished speaking, Michael walked over and said, "Mom, I advise you not to interfere in our matters."

Scarlett's face darkened. "Michael, I'm doing this for your own good. There are so many wealthy girls lining up to marry you, yet you insist on being with Emily. What are you thinking?"

Michael shot her a cold look. "I said, you don't need to worry about my affairs." Then he turned to Emily. "Aren't you leaving? Planning to eat here?"

Emily didn't say anything, just stood up and gave Scarlett a slight bow. "We'll leave now."

Michael pulled Emily out the door, fuming. "She said that to you, and you didn't even clap back? What do you mean by discussing the divorce with me? Didn't we agree on three months? Why are you so eager to tell her?" Emily snapped. This wasn't her idea, and now he was blaming her.

She shook off his hand. "Why don't you ask your mom? She said we should divorce, and we were going to anyway. She's just stating the facts. Why are you so mad?" She turned and stormed off.

Michael, too, left in a huff. During lunch, Mason kept asking Emily's recent situation with a keen interest. "Why do you look even thinner?"

Then Mason shot a glare at Michael. Feeling the heat, Michael said, "Grandpa, if you keep staring at me, how can you eat?"

Mason said, "Look at Emily. She's lost so much weight recently. Are you mistreating her at home?"

Emily found it amusing; she always enjoyed seeing Michael get scolded by Mason.

Michael grumbled, "Grandpa, we have plenty of nutritionists at home, and Ava and Stella cook for her every day. If she doesn't eat, who can you blame?"

He shot a glare at Emily after saying that.

Emily thought, 'Why can't we even have a peaceful meal?' She looked at Mason and said, "Grandpa, I eat every day. Maybe my appetite's been off lately, but it'll get better soon."

Scarlett snorted. "So delicate."

Mason shot her a glare, and she immediately shut up.

Just then, Stella brought out a plate of greasy meat, and Emily felt a wave of nausea.

Michael's eyes widened as he watched Emily cover her mouth and dash to the bathroom. Everyone was stunned, and before they could react, Michael also covered his mouth and ran after her.

Stella looked puzzled. "Mr. Smith, is my cooking that bad?" She started doubting her culinary skills.

When they both came back looking pale, Mason's eyes lit up. "Emily, what's wrong? Could you be pregnant?"

Everyone turned to look at Emily. She felt a chill down her spine. If Mason found out she was really pregnant, she might never leave the Smith Family.

Emily forced a smile. "No, I just caught a chill and my stomach's upset." She glanced at Michael, signaling him to back her up.

Michael gloated as it was her turn to take the pressure. Emily smiled on the surface but stomped on his foot under the table.

Michael took a deep breath and said to Mason, "Grandpa, we haven't planned on having kids yet."

Mason looked a bit disappointed and kicked him under the table. "Take Emily to the hospital when you have time. Stomach issues shouldn't be ignored. And you should start thinking about having kids. I'd like to see your children while I'm still alive."

This time, Michael didn't argue and nodded. "Okay, I'll take her to the hospital this afternoon."

Scarlett shot Emily a silent glare, whether it was about the child or because she felt Emily caused Michael to be scolded by Mason.

Then Veda pouted unhappily. "Grandpa, you're so biased towards Emily. People might think she's your real granddaughter."

Mason glared at her. "I'll not appreciate that tone."

Veda pouted and said nothing. Then Mason smiled and said, "Isn't your birthday coming up in a few days?" He turned to Michael. "What are you planning for Veda's birthday? Otherwise, she'll make a fuss again."

Veda instantly brightened up. "Grandpa, you remember my birthday. This year, I plan to celebrate with my friends, so there's no need for a family celebration."

Mason didn't say anything, letting her do as she pleased. But Veda gave Emily a meaningful look.

Emily felt uneasy under her gaze but said nothing. She just felt Veda's look was strange.

In the afternoon, as they were leaving, Veda blocked her way, looking arrogant. "My birthday is coming up. I want you to make some party favors for my friends."

Emily looked at Veda, puzzled. "Party favors? Do you think I know how to make party favors? You can just buy some in a shop if you want any. Michael has plenty of money; can't he afford it?"

Veda was momentarily speechless but still stubbornly stared at Emily. "If I needed to buy them, why would I ask you? I want something handmade, understand? I want something made with care."

Emily found it even more amusing. She retorted, "It's your birthday, and you want me to make party favors for your friends? Can't you make them yourself?"

Veda smiled and said without hesitation, "Of course, if I could make them, why would I ask you?"