Sophia was instantly furious. "Black truffle? Does she think she's some kind of noble lady?" "She's doing it on purpose," Grace sneered. "Lisa was an incompetent coward, but her daughter is quite skilled." Sophia grabbed Grace's hand. "Mom, why should you serve her? You're her stepmother. If she wants to eat, she should make it herself." Sophia could afford to be willful, but Grace could not. Grace kept a stern face. "I still don't know what Emily's next move is. Her revenge came too quickly; I didn't have time to react. We can't act rashly. Let's observe her first and see what she plans to do, then we can counterattack." Sophia huffed and plopped onto the sofa. "No way, I don't want to live with her. I'm moving out." "It's too late to move now. The paparazzi are all waiting to see you make a fool of yourself. Moving out now would play right into Emily's hands." Sophia was both angry and anxious. "So we're just going to sit here and watch her flaunt her power? Mom, I have nothing left. Nathan doesn't want to marry me, and even Logan doesn't like me. Why is life so unfair?" Grace sighed helplessly. Life is full of unfairness. Not everything goes as planned. When she first got together with Logan Morgan, she had paid a hefty price. Fortunately, she had gotten what she wanted in the end. Grace prepared the black truffle and sent Sophia back to her room before bringing the dish to Emily's door. "Come in." It was Logan's voice. Was he still in Emily's room? Grace frowned slightly but quickly adjusted her expression. When she opened the door, she wore a smile. "Emily, the black truffle is ready. You should eat it while it's fresh." "Just put it on the table," Logan said without turning around, pointing to a nearby table. "Emily will eat it later." Grace paused, her fingers turning slightly white.Logan Morgan was sitting at the desk wearing glasses. A blueprint was spread out before him, with various drafting tools scattered around. He was explaining something to Emily. Emily stood nearby, slightly bent over, listening attentively and nodding occasionally, looking very studious. The atmosphere seemed very harmonious, almost like a father and daughter. Grace's smile began to stiffen. "Black truffle needs to be eaten while fresh; otherwise, it can get a bit fishy." Emily smiled at Grace. "Thank you, Mrs. Morgan. I'll eat it now." "Don't call me Mrs. Morgan. We're family now. Call me Grace." "It's better if I show some respect," Emily said. "Mr. Morgan's lesson today was very helpful to me. I didn't understand design before. When people said Mr. Morgan was very skilled, I had no concept. But after hearing today's lesson on architectural design, I realized how complex it is. You are truly impressive!" Logan Morgan laughed heartily. "If you want to learn, I'll teach you more when I have time." "Thank you, Mr. Morgan." "You should eat the black truffle now. It was brought from Europe by one of Grace's friends for Sophia's nutrition. It's of excellent quality." "Okay." Emily smiled, taking the dish of black truffle from Grace and sipping it gently. She asked, "I've never had black truffle before, so I can't tell its quality, but it tastes good. Grace, where is it from?" Grace answered vaguely, "I forgot. My friend travels a lot and buys things on her trips. I envy her freedom." She didn't even want to disclose the origin of the black truffle. Emily smiled. "That kind of life is enviable. But many people have to take care of their families and can't travel often. Grace, I envy you. You have an excellent husband and children. Your family is very enviable." Logan took off his glasses and said, "Yes, Grace's life is much better now than it used to be. When I first met her, her life was very tough. She's lucky to have met me..." "Did you meet in Europe? Studying in Europe must have been hard.""No, we met in the US. Back then, she..." Logan Morgan was about to recount their past when Grace quickly interrupted, "Those were our younger days, and it's a bit embarrassing to talk about now. Who doesn't pay a price for their youthful actions? Emily, you should eat the black truffle quickly." Being interrupted, Logan seemed to realize something. His face darkened slightly. "It's getting late. I have work tomorrow. I'm going to shower and sleep. Emily, you should rest early too." "Okay." Logan left the room and went downstairs. Their bedroom was the master bedroom on the first floor. As his footsteps faded away, only Emily and Grace were left in the room. Without Logan, there was no need to keep up pretenses. Grace finally understood. "You've done all this to live here so you can investigate your mother's affairs, right? You want to avenge her, don't you?" "What do you think?" "A daughter avenging her mother is understandable. But your mother's death has nothing to do with me. Don't misdirect your revenge." Emily's expression was cold, but her lips curled slightly. "I'll find out for myself whether you had anything to do with my mother's death. If you did, I promise your life will be miserable." Grace chuckled, glancing at the dish in her hands. "Aren't you going to eat your food? Are you afraid I poisoned it?" "You wouldn't do something so stupid." "You are smart." "But Sophia might. Grace, it's a pity you're so clever, but you gave birth to such a brainless daughter."