Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 548 A boyfriend

What was going on?

The assistant, observing Nathan in such a state, subconsciously wondered if Mr. Powell might be reflecting on himself upon hearing that none of them had taken their annual leave. After a while, Nathan snapped back to reality and hesitantly asked, "Do you think her resignation could be related to not taking annual leave?"

Upon hearing this, the assistant was taken aback and took a while to respond.

"I don't think it would be related to that," he said, scratching his head. "If it was because of annual leave that she wanted to resign, she probably wouldn't have waited until now." Nathan didn't say anything.

Although his assistant didn't think it was related, Nathan inexplicably felt it might be. After all, not having taken annual leave for so many years, it seemed quite normal for her to be disappointed with the company's policies and regulations and to want to resign.

He would have to ask her about it when he had the chance.

"Mr. Powell, if you didn't want her to resign, then why did you sign off on it?"

Nathan replied, "What was I supposed to do? Keep her imprisoned at the company?"

The assistant scratched his head.

"That's true."

After his assistant left, Nathan took out his phone and opened Emily's WhatsApp.

Their chat box was updated daily, but it always started with work and ended with work.

Nathan, uncharacteristically distracted, scrolled up through their chat history for a while and finally understood why Emily felt like he was a workaholic and that he was exploiting her.

Nathan was someone who worked incessantly, demanding not only of others but even stricter with himself.

When he worked, he was relentless. He'd stay up day and night, with complete disregard for his own well-being. As such, he often failed to notice the feelings of those around him. Now, in the quiet, he saw why she said he exploited her.

Because from every aspect, except for the salary, what he had done was indeed excessive.

With this thought, Nathan pursed his lips in displeasure.

Emily was unaware of Nathan's thoughts as she returned to her desk to finish the remaining tasks when her phone suddenly rang. Despite feeling slightly tired, her spirits lifted immediately upon seeing the caller ID, and she answered the phone with a smile.

"Hello, Mom."

Typically, Emily wouldn't call her parents during work hours because she was too busy and didn't want to worry them. If Emily received a call from her parents while at work, she would keep the conversation short.

But this time was different. Recently, Yvette had taken over many of her duties during the handover process, and Emily finally had some time.

Mrs. Jones, hearing her daughter's clear and cheerful greeting, seemed to sense her mood through her voice.

"Emily? What's up? Is there some good news?"

Emily had not yet shared the news of her resignation with her family. She had been worried that Nathan might disagree or that the approval process would be slow, and she didn't want to cause her parents any unnecessary concern. But now, she felt like keeping it a secret a little longer, thinking it would be better to surprise her parents when she returned home.

With that in mind, Emily suppressed what she wanted to say and responded, "Nothing."

"Nothing? But why do I hear happiness in your voice?" Her mother asked.

"Oh, Mom, I'm always this optimistic and happy. You should know that; you've been calling me for years."

Her mother thought about it and realized that it was true; Emily had always been optimistic and cheerful during their calls over the years, never showing any sign of distress.

But as her mother, Mrs. Jones knew her daughter well. Emily had always been exceptionally considerate, perhaps because of her father's difficulties, always speaking and acting gently. Even when Emily was in a bad mood, she would force a smile and be energetic around her mother, just to avoid worrying her.

Considering her daughter's feelings, Mrs. Jones didn't want to press her further.

"But Emily, don't forget to take care of yourself. It's been a while since you've been home. Don't just focus on making money."

Hearing this, Emily knew what her mother was going to say next and quickly replied, "I know, Mom. Rest assured; I'm not just focused on making money. I will definitely take good care of myself."

After listening to her long response, Mrs. Jones felt somewhat helpless.

"Emily, that's not what I'm talking about."

Confused, Emily asked, "Huh? Then what are you talking about, Mom?"

"Eva's kids are already so big, yet you don't even have a boyfriend. Emily, what's really going on?"

Emily was speechless. This topic made her resent Nathan all over again.

She had forgotten to blame him recently because he had helped her and Eva. But the main reason she blamed him, besides the fact that he was a workaholic and demanding of his subordinates, was that she was too busy with work to have time for a boyfriend.

Indeed, her job had allowed her to meet many eligible men.

But... they couldn't get Emily to go out with them. Why not? Was it because she looked down on them and didn't want to go out? No, it was because she simply had no time. Remembering this made Emily feel sad, and she hastily said, "Oh, Mom, you know how busy I am with work. Besides, finding someone can't be rushed. It also depends on fate."

"Fate? How will fate find you if you're not proactive? How long have you been saying that? Has your fate arrived yet?"

Emily fell silent.

"Speechless, are you? You need to be proactive to have a story."

"Alright, Mom, I got it. I'll pay attention to it. I promise I'll bring someone you'll really like home later. Now, Mom, I have other things to take care of. I have to hang up now, I'll call you when I'm free." With that, Emily hung up the phone in a flurry.

She let out a long sigh of relief. There was no helping it; she could talk about anything else, but when it came to the topic of finding a partner, Emily felt like she just couldn't go on.

After all, it wasn't that she didn't want to find someone; she too yearned for a sweet romance.