Chapter 55 Pregnancy Exposed?
Ten minutes later, Emily arrived at the top-floor office.
The place had a minimalist style, just like Matthew himself—reserved and gentle.
She hurried in, "Matthew, have you seen what's online? I have no idea who posted it or how it blew up like this... I'm so sorry for dragging you into this."
Seeing her arrive, Matthew immediately stood up and handed her a box of warm milk. "Why are you apologizing to me?"
Emily's eyes were full of guilt. "It's all because of me, those rumors..."
"I should feel honored to be trending with our Emmie."
Hearing this, Emily still frowned anxiously. "But those people are saying such awful things, and they're dragging you and the Moore family into it..."
"Don't worry." Matthew pulled out a box of imported chocolates from his drawer. "I've already had people look into who took the photos and who bought the trending spot. We'll have answers soon. As for public opinion, I'll have people handle it. You don't need to worry."
Emily felt a warmth in her heart. "Thank you, Matthew. You're always helping me."
"Between us, there's no need for thanks." Matthew looked at her, something flickering in his eyes.
Emily also felt relieved.
She was really afraid of dragging Matthew down.
The person behind this was probably targeting her—Matthew just got caught in the crossfire.
Less than half an hour later.
When she checked her phone again, the trending topics about her and Matthew had been completely removed.
All related search terms were cleared too.
Several accounts that had been maliciously stirring things up were also banned.
Emily smiled. "Matthew, you work fast. Only you could be this efficient, right?"
Matthew paused slightly. His people probably weren't that fast.
Someone else removed the trending topics?
Emily said goodbye and left—she still had drafts to work on.
That afternoon.
Emily went straight back to the old mansion.
She opened her computer to work on her design drafts—headquarters was pushing hard.
But then her inbox started buzzing with files?
One of them... Emily's pupils contracted sharply. "Plagiarism?"
Design Director Sophia called. "Emily, what's going on? How did your design draft get leaked online and used by our competitor first?"
"It's almost identical, and they've already submitted it!"
"Headquarters is demanding we immediately stop your project and investigate this matter."
"How could this happen..." Emily's face went pale.
This was a piece she'd stayed up countless nights to complete.
Every detail, every line was infused with her heart and soul.
Now someone had copied it and turned the tables on her?
They even accused her of plagiarizing their design.
Emily took a deep breath and stayed calm. "Give me one day. I'll produce complete proof of originality."
Sophia sounded urgent. "You work on it. I'll hold off headquarters. I know what you're capable of—I believe you!"
After hanging up, Emily immediately pulled out all her original drafts and sketches, including revision records and timestamps... She organized and packaged everything, then sent it by email.
Now that her work had been copied, she had no time to redesign from scratch. With the project deadline approaching, she had to optimize it again.
For the entire next day, Emily barely ate or drank. Pregnancy already made her tired easily, and with the recent emotional turmoil, when she stood up, her vision went dark.
"Ugh..." Emily's head felt terribly heavy.
Susan came up with tea. When no one answered her knock, she pushed the door open and nearly jumped out of her skin. "Emily, what's wrong?"
Emily was slumped over her desk, unconscious, her face frighteningly pale.
Alex had returned to the old mansion to get an important document when he heard Susan's panicked shouts.
His heart tightened as he rushed upstairs. "Emmie!"
Without thinking, Alex strode forward and scooped her up.
Emily felt impossibly light, her face deathly pale, even her breathing shallow.
Alex's heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. "I'm taking her to the hospital right now. Don't tell Grandma about this!"
With that, he carried Emily to the car.
The black Cayenne tore down the road, even getting a green light corridor cleared.
Emily slowly opened her eyes in the jostling car.
Her consciousness was fuzzy, but the moment she recognized who was beside her, she started. "Alex, where are you taking me?"
Seeing her suddenly changed expression, Alex's face darkened. "You have the nerve to ask? Is this how you take care of yourself? Drawing until you pass out—even if we're getting divorced, don't you dare die in the Baker family!"
Emily came to her senses, her face going even paler.
This—this was the road to the hospital.
She instinctively covered her belly. "Stop the car. I'm not going to the hospital. I'm not going!"
Once at the hospital, she wouldn't be able to hide her pregnancy.
If Alex found out she was pregnant, given his personality, he'd never let her go and would never agree to the divorce.
And Grace... Alex might even make her abort the baby!
She would never let her baby face even the slightest risk!
Emily struggled to grab the car door.
Alex immediately freed one hand to hold her down. "Are you crazy? Your body's in this condition—how can you not go to the hospital!"
His cold voice carried an undeniable authority.
Emily's voice was already choked with tears. "You know I'm afraid of needles and blood! I'm not going anyway. It's just low blood sugar! Stop the car now."
Seeing her fierce resistance, Alex glanced at her pale face and softened his tone slightly. "Be good. Fainting isn't a small matter—you need a thorough checkup."
The car sped past, about to reach the hospital street.
Emily broke out in a cold sweat and quickly thought on her feet. "I—I just have low blood sugar. Go buy me a little cake. Strawberry flavored. If you get it wrong, don't expect to sleep at home tonight!"
Alex froze.
The hint of soft coquettishness in Emily's tone, the dependence—she didn't even realize it herself.
Alex's cold eyes suddenly warmed, and he agreed almost without hesitation. "Okay, there's a private bakery up ahead. I'll get you one. But after you eat, you still need to get checked."
Emily nodded repeatedly.
Once he got out, she'd run. Whatever!
Seeing her rare obedience, Alex didn't think much of it. He pulled over and went into the cake shop.
The desserts inside were dazzling. In three years of marriage, he'd never bought Emily a single cake. After hesitating a moment, he said, "Pack up all your varieties. Make the one in the center look nicer."
She should like it, right?
Little did he know, Emily had already run in the opposite direction.
She ducked into a coffee shop, her legs so weak she could barely stand.
Just as she was about to order some dessert to boost her blood sugar, a gentle voice sounded behind her.
"Emmie, what are you doing here?"