The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 269 Scarlett's Accusation Benjamin said, "Mrs. Smith, letgive you a hand. How much did you bring back? Must've been tough for you." Seeing Emily return with a trunk full of stuff, Benjamin quickly called for shelp.

Emily replied, "Oh, it's nothing, Benjamin. I just picked up a few things. Just get someone to handle it. By the way, I got two boxes of premium supplements for Grandpa. It's getting colder, so make sure he has sat night to keep warm." Emily's thoughtfulness and care for Mason were truly admirable.

Benjamin felt grateful that Mason had seen her true worth and regretted the foolish things he had done to keep Emily. He was overwhelmed with mixed emotions and didn't know how to respond.

"Mrs. Smith, cinside. It's freezing out here." Emily nodded and headed towards the Smith Mansion's entrance.

Ever since she won the lawsuit and visited Mason with Isabella, the servants at the Smith Mansion had beceven more attentive. Their attitude towards her had completely changed; they offered her slippers, made her hot milk, and eagerly wanted to help her cleaning out her room and prepare lunch.

Emily said, "Lunch is fine, just make it to Grandpa's taste. As for cleaning out the room... no need, I won't be staying." Just as she finished speaking, a servant was about to respond.

But unbeknownst to her, someone was already standing on the staircase behind her. Emily turned around abruptly and saw Scarlett staring at her coldly. "Yeah, she has plenty of places to stay. Why bother staying here?" The servant scurried away, leaving Scarlett and Emily alone in the living room.

Emily looked at Scarlett, noticing that she was still impeccably dressed, adorned with jewelry, and even her seemingly ordinary plush long dress was the latest limited edition.

Despite this, Emily still felt a twinge of sadness.

She felt sorry for Scarlett.

"Scarlett," Emily still called her affectionately.

Scarlett's eyelids twitched as she held onto the staircase and walked down until she stood in front of Emily. "Back to put on a show again?" With a sarcastic tone, Scarlett gestured with her cup for Emily to move aside.

Emily didn't bother arguing with Scarlett and obediently stepped aside.

Scarlett poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and looked at Emily again. "Why are you back this time? Emily, it seems like you really can't let go of the Smith family." After a long silence, Scarlett hadn't changed. Her words were still sharp and cutting.

Emily couldn't help but feel relieved that Veda had corrected herself in tand that Michael wasn't raised by her from a young age.

Otherwise, she couldn't imagine what kind of people the two children would have becunder her influence. Emily smiled slightly at Scarlett, understanding her wariness and resentment.

Anyway, they still had to maintain the appearance of a family, just as Mason wanted. Emily was willing to help keep the peace in the Smith family during her limited tas their granddaughter-in-law.

So she answered calmly, not intending to push her boundaries, "New Year's is coming soon, and I thought I'd cback to help with the decorations. There should be a festive atmosphere for the New Year." Emily answered calmly.

Her eyes no longer had that sharp edge, now replaced by a calm acceptance.

Seeing this, Scarlett paused for a moment before speaking slowly. "You sure know how to put on a show for Mason. I won't get in your way." She gently set down her cup, a complex look flashing in her eyes. "But, Emily, don't you think you're overdoing it? Saying one thing and doing another, is this really what you want? Since you're no longer part of the Smith family, why cback? Was your divorce with Michael just a joke? Fighting one day and making up the next, do you think this is a game?" As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005sis your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Emily took a deep breath, knowing this moment would come.

She knew Scarlett wasn't entirely mocking her; it was a fact, a reality she and Michael had to face sooner or later.

"Scarlett, feelings aren't easy to let go of. I need to take my tto sort them out." Her eyes were firm, as if telling Scarlett and herself. "I need closure." Emily's words carried a sense of determination. She was ready to face everything.

Yes, whether it was for the Smith family, for Michael, for herself, or for her inner peace, Emily always believed she needed closure.

Scarlett didn't say anything more, just quietly looked at Emily, seemingly deep in thought.

She knew Emily was no longer as weak as she used to be and that she was no longer easy to fool now that she had money and love.

So, the living room fell into silence again, with only the ticking of the clock echoing in the air.

Later, Emily went to Mason's study.

At first, Benjamin said Mason was in a bad mood and didn't want to see anyone.

Then Benjamin said Mason was too tired and had gone to bed early.

Emily thought Mason was avoiding her, so she prepared to finish decorating the Smith Mansion, had dinner with Veda, and was ready to head back to Emerald Lake Manor. Unexpectedly, Mason sent someone to call her over, and it was already late at night. Veda went back to her room to study, and Scarlett was nowhere to be found.

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005sis your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Emily, feeling a sense of unease, knocked on Mason's study door.

Inside the study, the lighting was soft, just like before, with only a small, warm yellow light on.

The bookshelves were filled with various ancient books anddocuments, giving the room a solemn and historical feel.

Returning to this familiar place, Emily once again smelled the familiarm gavelher a scent, which gave her a sense of security. She knew Mason would never harm her or Michael. Mason had dedicated his life to the Smith family.

Emily said, "Grandpa." Mason was sitting behind his large desk, still in his favorite rocking chair.

He was holding a yellowed photo, deep in thought, so much so that he didn't notice Emily entering at first.

"Emily, you're here." Mason's voice was gentle and slightly hoarse, breaking the silence in the room. Emily nodded lightly, her heart racing.

She didn't know what Mason wanted to talk to her about so late at night.

"Sit down." Mason pointed to the chair opposite him, indicating for her to sit.

Emily sat down as instructed, trying to appear calm, but her tension was hard to completely hide. Mason said, "I heard you've been busy around the Smith Mansion today. Thank you for your hard work."