The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Sophia never thought that after her fake pregnancy was exposed, Michael would still call her.

She quickly swallowed her food, cleared her throat, and raised her voice. "Michael, it's been ages since you called... I didn't think you'd still remember me." Sophia wasn't even thinking about the whole crystal chandelier incident. She just kept up her sweet, flirty act on the phone.

Little did she know, Michael's face was twisted in cold, silent rage, getting darker and angrier by the second.

Even Andrew, who was always with Michael, couldn't help but shiver. He hadn't seen Michael this mad in a long time. Someone was definitely in for it today.

"Are you home?" Michael asked curtly. Sophia was thrilled to hear his voice.

She answered eagerly, "Yes, Michael, what's up? Are you asking me out to a movie? I knew it, you must miss me... There's this great movie I've been dying to see. Should I get ready and wait for you?"

Sophia was convinced that Emily could never win a man's heart like she could. She didn't blame Michael for changing his mind. Men were visual and sensory creatures, always thinking they were right. Emily always did the opposite of what Michael wanted. How could he possibly like her?

Thinking this, Sophia smiled even more. Just as she was about to say something, she realized Michael had already hung up. It seemed he was on his way to pick her up. She didn't expect him to be in such a rush. Sophia lost her appetite. Humming a little tune, she rushed upstairs to do her makeup and get dressed, eagerly waiting for Michael and the chance to humiliate Emily. "Andrew," Michael finally spoke again after a long silence.

He took a deep breath, and Andrew immediately responded. "Prepare to contact the legal department of Brown Corporation."

"You mean..." Andrew had a hunch about what Michael was planning. This wasn't just a small issue; it was like dropping a bomb on Emerald City. Contacting the legal department probably meant suing Brown Corporation. And that's exactly what Michael meant.

Andrew added, "But we haven't confirmed Ms. Brown was..."

Before he could finish, Michael's sharp gaze silenced him. Andrew nodded obediently. "Yes."

Michael had already made up his mind. The news of his injury hadn't spread, and helping Emily and Abigail find a house was a secret. So how did Sophia and Scarlett find out? One came to harm, the other to scold. It was clear they were working together.

Michael knew he couldn't touch Scarlett. Even without a blood relationship, she had shares in Smith Corporation, and Veda needed her mother before she got married. But Sophia was different. Michael didn't need to spare her for anyone's sake.

If he wanted, Michael could send the entire Brown family to hell in a heartbeat.

The area around the Brown Villa was so quiet you could hear the wind rustling through the trees.

Michael got out of the car, his foot still giving him trouble. Andrew helped him, step by step, to the front door. The Brown family servant was cleaning and looked shocked to see Michael, quickly shrinking back and greeting him.

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The servant sensed something was off and avoided Michael's gaze.

"Are you afraid of me?" Michael asked, frowning.

"No... no," the servant replied, trembling. Andrew noticed that in the chilly weather, the servant was only wearing a thin shirt, and her hands were full of calluses and frostbite. "Why are you wearing so little?" Andrew suddenly asked.

The servant's eyes instantly filled with tears, feeling wronged.

Meanwhile, Sophia was in the dressing room, carefully picking out her outfit. She finally chose a goose-yellow woolen dress that made her skin look great.

The doorbell rang, and Sophia excitedly rushed downstairs. Her sharp glance scared away the servant who was about to open the door. She quickly put on a smile and ran to the door. "Michael." Seeing that Michael had come with Andrew, Sophia's previously smiling face instantly stiffened. She felt her expression was not quite right and shyly smiled at Michael. "Michael, you're here." Michael still had a cold face, and Andrew's expression wasn't any better. Michael walked into the Brown Villa first, limping. Seeing this, Sophia instinctively thought of something.

She widened her eyes in fear, only to hear Andrew suddenly say to her, "Sorry to bother you, Miss Brown."

Then Andrew also strode in, not waiting for Sophia to respond. At that moment, Sophia suddenly had a bad feeling.

She nervously closed the door and followed them inside, seeing Michael already sitting on the sofa. She laughed awkwardly and sat down next to him. "Michael, what's going on?" After speaking, Sophia glanced at Andrew beside Michael. He stood solemnly, his eyes fixed straight ahead. This setup and tension clearly indicated something had happened. "Sophia, didn't you see my leg is injured?" Michael's words were cold and abrupt.

Sophia took a second to react and then showed concern. "Yes, Michael, what happened? I feel so bad for you. You must be careful when walking."

Michael couldn't help but laugh inwardly. He directly mocked Sophia. "Isn't it thanks to you?"novelbin

Now, Sophia was even more certain that he was not here with good intentions. She withdrew her hand that was clinging to Michael's arm. The atmosphere instantly became tense. Michael took a deep breath and decided not to beat around the bush with Sophia. "Where were you the day before yesterday at this time?"

Hearing this, Sophia thought for a moment and then showed an embarrassed expression. The day before yesterday, she was near Emerald Lake Manor. Could it be that Michael found out something? When she kidnapped Veda, she wasn't discovered. Sophia was sure she wouldn't leave any clues, so she reluctantly said to Michael, "I was at home."