In her eyes, Mark wasn't too dumb. He had the sense to bring people back for questioning instead of killing them outright. Even though stabbing one of them had backfired a little, she had plenty of ways to make this father and daughter talk. When the girl heard Lisa praising Mark, her eyes turned sharp, like knives laced with poison. She glared at Lisa with pure hatred. Mark, grinning proudly, added, "Oh, by the way, before her mom died, she kept yelling, 'Iris, run!' So I guess this one's name is Iris." The captives were none other than Talia's daughter, Iris, and her father, Emerson. Lisa curled her lips when she saw Iris's furious face. "Iris. That's a pretty name! But it seems like you don't like talking. Can't you hear me asking you questions?" She turned her head toward Emerson. "Or do you and your father just not talk at all?" Iris glanced at Emerson, and her grief deepened. Her mom, Talia, had died because Emerson forgot to lock the gate properly. She didn't even know how to face him anymore. Her body shook. She looked away and stayed silent. Lisa smirked and said to Emerson, "Sir, don't you have anything to say to my question?" When Emerson still just stared in a daze, Lisa waved at a few of her men. "Go on. Keep Iris company." The men laughed as they walked over to her. The one in the lead leaned down and kissed her cheek. Iris jerked in shock, then felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to fight back, but her arms and legs were tied tight. She couldn't move at all. She screamed, furious and helpless. "What are you doing? Get away from me!"Emerson had been sitting there blank and broken, but when he saw his daughter being touched, he finally snapped out of it. He roared in rage, "Get away from her! I'll kill you! I'll kill every last one of you!" But his shouting didn't stop them. The men only got rougher and bolder. Iris's clothes were soon ripped into a mess. Tied up, Emerson could only panic. He couldn't help her at all. In her seat, Lisa picked up her wine glass and took a slow sip before speaking calmly. "You rich people live in comfort too long and forget how the world outside really is, don't you?" She let her eyes wander over Iris. "Out there, women don't have it easy. They're the weakest of the weak." Emerson kept his focus on Iris, shouting in pain and fury. Hearing Lisa's words, he broke down and yelled, "Make them stop! I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Just make them stop!" Lisa's lips curved in satisfaction. "See? That wasn't so hard. Why make your daughter suffer first?" She waved her hand, and the men instantly froze where they stood. They didn't leave, though. They just waited for her next order. Emerson let out a shaky breath, a little relieved. Still, his eyes stayed locked on Iris, full of worry. "Iris! Are you okay? "Iris! Can you hear me?" But Iris was gone inside. After everything that had happened in a single day—the fear, the loss of her mother, and now this—her mind couldn't take it anymore. She hadn't been harmed yet, but she lay stiff on the floor, eyes empty, unable to speak. Emerson's heart shattered. He called her name again and again, then broke down crying like a helpless child. "It's all my fault," he mumbled. If only he had locked the gate right, those thugs wouldn't have stormed in. Talia had reminded him over and over to check. Everything was his fault. If it weren't for him, Talia would still be alive. Iris wouldn't be here suffering. They should still be safe at home, together and happy. Lisa didn't care to watch him drown in guilt. She cut straight to the point. "Do you know what happened today at the Hillside Villa District?" Emerson shook his head. "No." Lisa narrowed her eyes and lifted her hand slightly. Seeing she was about to order his daughter hurt again, Emerson panicked and blurted, "I really don't know! I just heard explosions and gunfire. We never left the house. How could we know who was fighting out there?" Terrified she wouldn't believe him, he rushed on. "Ask me anything else. Anything I know, I'll tell you." Lisa saw how desperate he was and lowered her hand. She asked again, "What do you know about Villa 1?" "Villa 1?" Emerson thought for a moment. "It used to be just Mr. Holland living there. Now it should be him and his fiancée, Natalie."