The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains
Chapter 97 A Deeper Scheme

"Hey, Mr. Smith," Benjamin said as he walked into the study, carrying a steaming cup of tea.

He noticed Mason standing by the window, squinting into the distance with a furrowed brow, clearly deep in thought. "Have they all left?" Mason asked.

Benjamin stepped forward, nodded, and said frankly, "Mrs. Smith is still here."

"She'll leave later," Mason predicted, his expression shifting to one of anger.

"This place doesn't feel like home anymore. Everyone's just looking out for themselves. It's a joke, a complete joke!" Mason said, his voice tinged with frustration. Mason turned to Benjamin, his face now expressionless. "How did things go?" he asked.

"I've given the orders. They'll follow Mrs. Smith later. Don't worry, Mr. Smith, these are our trusted people. There won't be any mistakes," Benjamin assured him. Benjamin hesitated, frowning.

Mason sensed he had more to say and gestured for him to continue. "I just don't get it. If you're going to such lengths to follow Mrs. Smith, why not have someone follow Ms. Smith? She just went out, dressed up in broad daylight. Who knows where she's headed?"

Mason, with a knowing look, snorted and sat down on the sofa, leaning on his cane. "Veda might be a bit arrogant and playful, but she's still one of us, a Smith. I know her well. She can't hide anything. I can tell if she's up to something just by looking at her."

"So, you think Mrs. Emily Smith's situation was caused by Mrs. Scarlett Smith?" Benjamin asked, knowing Mason's sharp instincts were rarely wrong.

"She's been acting strange lately," Mason said. "Remember, it was Scarlett who arranged to bring Emily home." "Yeah, last night..." Benjamin trailed off, struggling to replace the right words.

Mason's patience wore thin, and his gentle gaze turned fierce. "Spit it out, Benjamin. When did you become so hesitant?"

"I also replace Mrs. Scarlett Smith a bit odd. She usually doesn't care about anything. If it weren't for you secretly managing the Smith family's hidden assets after her husband passed away, who knows how much she would've squandered." Benjamin added, "That day, Mrs. Scarlett Smith suddenly wanted to bring Mrs. Emily Smith back. Like you, I found it strange. Last night, Mrs. Scarlett Smith asked Ms. Smith to cook for you, but I had someone check, and those dishes were actually takeout ordered by Mrs. Scarlett Smith!"

Mason wasn't surprised. He let out a contemptuous laugh, seeing Benjamin's realization. He tossed his cane aside, his face turning cold.

"Now you get why I asked you to follow her? She set up a big trap to frame me and Emily! She could've been more careful, and left no trace, but she got sloppy and exposed herself, giving me a chance to catch her!"

Now, Benjamin got the full picture. He nodded repeatedly, impressed by Mason's strategy. "To throw her off, you stirred up trouble in the Smith family, then pretended to step back and rest, making her drop her guard. That gave us the chance to gather evidence. Mr. Smith, you're impressive!"

Listening to Benjamin, Mason sighed and looked out the window.

The sky was gradually darkening. Another day had passed. The Smith family's old mansion remained shrouded in dark clouds. Mason knew some scores always needed settling.

The rarely open gate revealed a bustling scene at Emerald Lake Manor, as if a big event was happening. Abigail was busy directing the moving staff, making sure everything was in order.

"Be careful, don't break anything!"

"I have so few things, pack them well, and I'll hire you again next time!"

"Hey, can you give me a discount? Even 30% off would be good, I have so few things."

After haggling for a while and seeing the movers unmoved, Abigail gave up and sat on the stairs, texting Emily updates in real-time.

Abigail: [Seriously, as the dignified Mrs. Smith of the Smith family, the CEO's wife, you have so few things? I even called a big truck!]

Not long after posting on Facebook, Abigail got a short reply from Emily: [I'll treat you to dinner later.]

Abigail smiled, satisfied, and closed her phone.

Suddenly, a questioning voice came from behind, the same woman as before.

"Miss, is Mrs. Smith really moving out?"

Abigail stood up reluctantly, pouted, and responded patiently. "Why don't you believe it? I've packed everything and loaded it onto the truck. Do you think I'm playing?" The woman looked like a servant, probably Ava, the one Emily had mentioned who treated her well.

Abigail put on a sweet smile and said to Ava, "I know you've taken good care of Emily. She often talks about you and is very grateful. But life here is unbearable. It's better to separate early; it's good for everyone!"

"Good for whom?" Before Abigail could finish, someone behind her interrupted. At first, Abigail didn't react. Seeing Ava's changed expression, she turned around and found Michael standing in front of her with a cold face. Michael's height was especially intimidating, completely overshadowing Abigail, casting a shadow over her face, making her too scared to speak loudly. She could only stammer, "Mr. Smith." "Where is Emily now?"

"I don't know."

"Then where are you taking these things?"

"I don't know that either."

"Then don't leave. Wait for Emily to come and get you."

Facing the imposing Michael, Abigail lost all her bravado and could only stay at Emerald Lake Manor. She could only keep calling Emily.

But Emily was too busy to answer. She was looking at houses near the city center, close to the hospital where Isabella was being treated.

But after all, this was the city center of Emerald City. Finding a reasonably priced house wasn't easy, especially since Emily was now burdened with debt.