"Hello, I'm Herry's father, Logan Morgan." Emily looked at the stern middle-aged man in front of her and nodded slightly. "Hello, I'm Emily Carter, but I used to be Emily Morgan when I was a child." Emily had imagined what it would be like to meet her father. She thought they would embrace tearfully, perhaps her father would repent for his actions. But she never expected that their first private conversation would start with introductions. Logan Morgan's expression changed slightly upon hearing her words, but he quickly regained composure and gestured politely. "Hello, Miss Carter, I'd like to talk to you about something. How about having a cup of coffee?" "Okay." Understanding that he wanted to discuss something about Herry, Emily nodded. The coffee shop at the amusement park was crowded, but there was a secluded table in the corner, perfect for a conversation. The waiter handed them menus, and Logan Morgan asked her, "What would you like to drink?" Emily chuckled softly. "Just hot milk, please." "Okay." The waiter nodded. Logan Morgan ordered an iced Americano for himself and a salad. "I've lived in England for a long time, and I drink coffee every day. You don't like coffee?" Emily smirked with a distant smile. "My body doesn't agree with coffee." "Oh." Logan Morgan didn't say much more, as if Emily were a stranger, and her physical condition was of no concern to him. Soon, the waiter brought the milk and coffee. Logan Morgan took a sip of his coffee. "Your mother loved iced Americanos; you're quite different from her." Emily looked up. "Do you know who my mother is?" "Of course, you look very much alike," Logan Morgan was straightforward. "Emily, I feel there are many things we need to clarify between us, such as what happened twenty years ago and how we interact now. To avoid awkwardness, I think we should redefine our relationship, don't you agree?" Emily chuckled coldly. "You have a point. It's been over twenty years, and I'm very curious how you could abandon your wife and child without any remorse." Her words were direct, and Logan Morgan's expression darkened instantly. "You don't understand the past." "No, I don't, which is why I'd like to hear your explanation. Did you get involved with Grace before or after my mother became pregnant with me?" At the mention of Grace, Logan Morgan's demeanor became noticeably serious, with a hint of reproach in his tone. "Grace is your elder; why do you speak of her like this? Is this how your fathers raised you?" Emily's temper flared. "I simply asked a question; why are you so angry? I didn't say anything bad about Grace; your reaction is excessive." "You..." Logan Morgan was getting angry; he slammed his coffee cup on the table. "If you're going to have this attitude, then we can't continue this conversation." "Mr. Morgan," Emily took a deep breath, trying to suppress her inner anger. "If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who invited me here." Logan Morgan sneered. "Fine, since you've made your attitude clear, I'll be direct. Herry is my son, and he's the only child I acknowledge. He's the only one entitled to inherit my estate, so don't expect too much." The only child? Emily nodded. "Are you saying you refuse to acknowledge me as your daughter?" "Why should I acknowledge you as my daughter? I had a brief relationship with Lisa, and we broke up soon after. We have had no connection since then. Now you suddenly appear claiming to be my daughter. Do you think I don't know what you're after? I'm not a fool; I know exactly what you're planning. It's just the two of us here; there's no need for pretenses. You simply want my wealth, but let me make it clear to you now—my wealth has nothing to do with you. I will only leave it to Herry." Logan Morgan's impassioned speech finally removed his mask, revealing a terrifying face. Emily stared coldly, remaining silent until he finished speaking. Was this the father she had longed for over twenty years? Was this the man her mother had loved and bore a child for?Emily felt that her mother not only misjudged him but also died for someone unworthy. "Don't worry, I have no interest in your family's wealth." "No need to act noble; I know you've been living in poverty for over twenty years. People like you are always scheming to climb up the social ladder by latching onto wealthy relatives, hoping to change your life. Is this what your father and uncle taught you? Did they send you to harass me?" "This has nothing to do with my father and uncle," Emily sneered. "In my eyes, although my father and uncle may be poor, their hearts are nobler than yours. No matter how poor they are or how much suffering they endure, they will love their children. But you, abandoning your wife and unborn child, don't care at all about how your daughter lives! In some ways, you don't deserve to be called a father." Emily gritted her teeth, each word squeezed out through her clenched jaw. Logan Morgan erupted in anger, pointing directly at her and shouting, "Your mother wasn't a good person either! And you! A bastard dares to impersonate my daughter? Let me tell you, I will never acknowledge you as my daughter!" Emily lowered her gaze. "On this point, I agree with you. Even if I remain an orphan forever, I refuse to acknowledge a scumbag as my father!" "You!" "Mr. Morgan, there's nothing more to say between us. I'll pay for today's milk. I have no desire to drink milk bought with your money; it makes me sick." Emily turned and left, settling the bill swiftly before briskly exiting the café.