Amanda happily agreed. "Alright, I understand. I look forward to your reply." Emily nodded. "Okay." The conversation was pleasant, but Amanda found it a bit odd. Nathan, who was about to get married, appeared in a woman’s room with a menacing expression. It was definitely more than ordinary concern. However, Amanda didn't want to stir up trouble. She had achieved her goal and was ready to leave. She didn’t want to see or hear anything that could cause her trouble. Emily escorted her to the door. Before leaving, Amanda coughed lightly and softly reminded her, "A girl living alone should prioritize safety. Sometimes the oldest methods are the most effective, like using a sofa to block the door." Emily’s eyes lit up. Smart people didn’t need to say much to understand each other. "Thank you, Amanda." "You're welcome. Since I also live alone, I have some experience. I mean no offense, just sharing advice. Don’t overthink it." Emily nodded. "I understand." After Amanda left, Emily closed the door and immediately pushed the living room’s single sofa against the door. After a moment’s thought, she also placed a chair behind the sofa for extra security. Looking at her “double security,” she felt somewhat reassured. She went straight to the bathroom. She had been startled awake by Nathan earlier, and fortunately, Amanda’s arrival had saved her. She hadn’t even freshened up yet. Emily splashed her face with cold water, trying to calm her lingering fear. After taking a bath, she came out to see her phone screen lit up. She walked over and saw over fifty missed calls, all from Nathan. Emily deleted all the missed call records, already imagining Nathan’s frustrated and furious reaction. Nathan, not giving up, had also sent her numerous texts, which were all blocked.As she dried her hair, she casually opened the messages. [What did you use to block the door? Emily, are you guarding against me?] Emily scoffed. Is there any need to ask? Who else would I be guarding against? [Open the door.] Like hell I will. [Emily, open the door now!] I won’t. [Don’t you want to know the masked man’s identity? Open the door, I’m right outside.] I don’t want to know. [You didn’t block my messages too, did you?] Yes, I did. You’ve been with Sophia so long, she’s made you stupid. [Emily, I’m telling you one last time, open the door!] This was the latest message, sent a minute ago, indicating Nathan was still outside the door and hadn’t left. Emily directly called Sophia. "Hello? Emily, why are you calling me? To brag about your news overshadowing mine? If so, save it. I won’t get mad over such a small thing. After all, I’m the one who will become Mrs. Reed, and everyone knows it..." Emily frowned. Does Sophia have a persecution complex? She sneered, "What good is everyone knowing? I just have to expose our marriage certificate, and everyone will know you’re just a mistress." Sophia paused, although she didn’t speak, Emily could feel her anger through the phone. Emily chuckled lightly. She walked to the door, pressed the speaker, and turned up the volume, letting Sophia’s irritated voice play, allowing Nathan outside to hear how wonderful his bride-to-be was. "What else do you have besides a marriage certificate? Do you think Nathan still loves you? Men always want what they can’t have. He’s only interested in you because he can’t have you. After a while, he’ll definitely abandon you.""Hmm, you’re very insightful," Emily said. "And what about you? Will you be abandoned too?" "Emily, don’t forget, I’m pregnant! This baby is the only heir to the Reed family. What do you have to compete with me?" Emily raised an eyebrow, speaking softly. "The only heir to the Reed family? Sophia, I know who the father of your child is. I also know Nathan has oligospermia. Once your child is born, I’ll invite the media for a paternity test." "Stop trying to provoke me. I almost fell for your trick at the haunted house last time. I won’t fall for it again. My mom is back, and she’ll help me. I’m not afraid of you!" Emily responded, "I think the photos yesterday turned out quite well. There’s nothing scary about me. You really have no reason to fear me." "And my dad!" Sophia laughed cunningly. "Logan Morgan is now my stepfather. To win him over, Nathan has to marry me. Emily, Logan Morgan is your father, right? But he doesn’t acknowledge you as his daughter now. You must feel terrible, huh? Haha! From now on, your husband, your father, your bedroom, they’re all mine! That’s what I wanted to tell you. Satisfied?" Emily was very satisfied, exceedingly so. She lightly knocked on the door, raising her voice. "Nathan, you heard everything, didn’t you?"