Emily carefully opened the cap of the dishwashing liquid in the kitchen and took a sniff. Sure enough, the distinctive smell of sulfuric acid hit her nose. Dishwashing liquid and concentrated sulfuric acid were both transparent, viscous liquids that looked the same on the surface. If she had actually used the liquid and gotten it on her hands, she would have been seriously injured. Moreover, Sophia could have framed her. She could say that Emily secretly stored concentrated sulfuric acid and that she hurt her hands while handling it when they weren't home. Then, she could blame Herry's injury on Emily as well. Sophia was truly malicious! No wonder today's dishwashing liquid was different from the usual one. The previous ones were in plastic bottles, but this one was in a stainless steel bottle. Concentrated sulfuric acid can corrode plastic but can only form a dense oxide layer on steel, preserving the liquid inside. Emily sneered. She had mocked Grace for lacking basic chemical knowledge a few days ago, and now they were using chemistry to frame her. She tightened the cap, put the bottle back in its original place, and found a half-used bottle of dishwashing liquid hidden in a corner of the cupboard. She washed the dishes and put them back in place. Grace and Sophia didn't return until evening. The car's trunk was filled with bags bearing luxury logos. The bags contained clothes, shoes, some jewelry, and cosmetics. They had clearly spent a lot of money today. As soon as they entered, Emily had already prepared some dishes and set them on the dining table. She greeted them with a smile, "You must be exhausted after shopping all day. I've made dinner. Come and eat." Sophia stared at her, somewhat dazed. Emily was still wearing the same clothes from the morning, with an apron on and her sleeves rolled up, exposing her slender arms. Her hands were long, clean, and beautiful. "Your hands..." Grace glared at her, and Sophia swallowed the rest of her sentence. Emily pretended not to notice and chuckled, "What's wrong with my hands?"Grace quickly picked up the conversation, "Your hands are magical. You've made such delicious and beautiful dishes. You've worked hard." Logan walked in, smiling at the comment, "What dishes did Emily make? Let me see." Emily introduced each dish, "Just some simple dishes: Mapo tofu, fried chicken, steak, Russian soup, and some vegetable salad." The table was filled with dishes, emitting a tantalizing aroma. They were very hungry after a long day, especially Logan, who found shopping with women a torturous task. Grace and Sophia had been particularly picky today, dragging him around for a long time, leaving him exhausted. "Emily, your cooking is impressive. Grace, it looks like she's even better than you." Grace laughed awkwardly, "Yes, these dishes look really good." "Let's eat dinner," Logan called them over and asked about his son, "How's Herry today?" Emily answered truthfully, "He's doing well. I gave him some porridge at noon." Sophia couldn't help but sneer, "You make all these delicious dishes when Dad is here, but give Herry plain porridge when he's not? You're really smart." Emily remained calm, "It seems you have no idea about cooking. Herry has wounds on his face; he can't eat spicy food as it would hinder his recovery. If he ends up with scars, who will take responsibility?" Sophia was at a loss for words. She had intended to mock Emily for trying to impress Logan, but Emily's retort left her speechless. She felt a surge of anger but saw Grace signaling her to stop talking. "Emily is right," Grace smiled, "Sophia has never cooked. But everyone has their strengths. Sophia has always focused on her studies and earned several degrees." Logan's face lit up with pride, "Yes, Sophia is very smart. She's a master's degree holder, excelling in her studies, much like me!" "Exactly, Sophia is very intelligent." The awkward moment passed, and the dinner atmosphere became warm again. Sophia also learned to act obediently, continuously flattering Logan Morgan. Logan enjoyed the flattery, feeling very satisfied with Sophia, forgetting that Emily had prepared the dinner. Emily didn't mind. She knew from the start that her path of revenge would be tough and long."By the way," Grace suddenly called out, "Emily, we went shopping today, and I got you clothes too. It's a brand name!" Logan quickly added, "Yes, Grace picked it out for you. It's not as expensive as Sophia's dress, but I think it's quite suitable for you." Emily sneered inwardly. It was actually a very plain, ordinary shirt. Whether it was intentional or not, the shirt was bright orange. If someone wasn't very fashionable, wearing it would look quite ridiculous. Grace put on a kind face, handing the shirt to Emily, "Dear, don't you think Emily looks great in this?" Logan, who didn't understand fashion, nodded in agreement. "Emily likes casual clothes, so this shirt suits her. You don't like dresses, do you, Emily?" Facing away from Logan, Emily couldn't even muster a fake smile, "Yes, thank you." "As long as you like it," Grace stuffed the shirt into Emily's arms, "Don't be shy. Since we're living together, we're family now." Ding-dong— The doorbell rang. Grace looked puzzled, "Who could it be?" "Could it be Nathan?" Sophia blinked. Grace walked to the door and looked through the peephole, seeing a stranger in a formal suit holding a white gift box.