"Emma is very unstable right now. She''s being irrational and wants to terminate the pregnancy. If you can convince her not to divorce me and to carry the baby to term, I''ll give you 15% of thispany''s shares."


    "Fifteen percent? You''re certainly generous, Mr. Thompson,” Harriet scoffed.


    "Do we have a deal?" Frank asked coolly.


    Harriet thought for a moment, then smiled. "Of course, we do. Fifteen percent of thispany is worth hundreds of millions. I''d be a fool to turn that down."


    Frank nodded. “Good. I hope you can persuade her quickly. The doctor says her emotional state is affecting the baby."


    "No problem," Harriet replied with a grin.


    Harriet was always efficient. The very next day, she showed up at the hospital with a fruit basket to visit Emma.


    "Sweetheart, how have you managed to get thinner while resting in bed? Frank hasn''t gone bankrupt, has he? Can''t he even afford to feed his wife properly?" Harriet set the basket down and walked to the bed, gently pinching Emma''s cheek.


    Emma, still in low spirits, brushed her hand away.


    Unfazed, Harriet reached out and gently touched Emma''s stomach.


    Emma was less than two months along, so her belly was still t. The little life inside was no bigger than a soybean.


    "Your husband came to see me yesterday," Harriet said, pulling her hand back. "What did he want? To hire you as his mouthpiece?” Emma frowned.


    "Yep," Harriet admitted honestly. "Your husband made a grand gesture-gave me 15% of thepany''s shares. Yesterday, I was stressing about buying a new Hermès bag, and today I''m a rich woman."


    "So, you''re going to sell out our friendship for money and convince me not to get a divorce?" Emma was clearly angry.


    "Even if your husband hadn''te to me, I would still advise you not to get a divorce and to have this baby," Harriet said.


    Emma protested, "Harriet, we''ve been friends for years."


    "It''s because we''ve been friends for years that I''m giving you this sincere advice."


    Emma frowned, looking at her with a mixture of anger and confusion.


    Harriet sighed and exined.


    “Emma, did the doctor tell you that thest miscarriage did serious damage to your body? If you have another one, you''ll never be able to have children."


    "So what? I don''t care," Emma said.


    Harriet almostughed in exasperation.


    "We''ve been friends for so long, how did I never realize you could be so dense? If you get rid of this baby you''ll end up old and alone, w with no children. And Frank? He''ll have his son and daughter, and when he dies, those two bastards will inherit his massive fortune."


    "Emma, you worked yourself to the bone to support Frank''s career. Now that he''s sessful, you''re just going to take a small settlement and get kicked to the curb That''s


    exactly what that That''s


    wretched old h?o


    wants, to make way for her


    bed-hopping distant niece."


    "So I''m just supposed to swallow my pride?"


    "And what good will your pride do you?" Harriet retorted.


    Emma was struck speechless.


    Harriet sighed. "Frank wouldn''t be where he is today without your support. There are plenty of men who discard the wives that helped them @limb to the top While Frank still has a conscience, you need to lock him down. Get a hold of hispany and his money, and don''t let that woman and her bastards get a single penny."


    Emma remained silent, listening.