As Emily walked out, Logan was already standing beside the car, visibly impatient. She approached him. "Mr. Morgan." Logan saw her and couldn’t help but burst out, "Where did you go? Everyone has left, and it’s just you. If there had been a bus, I would have driven off myself. Do you know how many people are secretly laughing at me?" Logan pointed to a few security guards at the entrance. They stood perfectly straight, not glancing over even once. Emily sneered inwardly. Logan’s proud ego was bruised again. He believed he should be admired, but standing here alone, he felt his noble status was tainted. Emily didn't argue, instead, she meekly apologized, "I’m sorry." Logan didn’t want to make a scene in public; he still had to maintain his refined image. "Get in the car." Emily opened the back door, ready to get in, when a large hand slammed it shut. Logan said irritably, "Sit in the front seat." The back seat was typically reserved for those of higher status; in Logan’s eyes, she wasn’t worthy. Emily touched her nose, walked to the front passenger seat, opened the door, and got in. Logan was somewhat satisfied with her compliance and remarked as he started the car, "You’re more obedient than your mother." Emily's thoughts stirred. "My mother didn’t listen to you?" "Of course," Logan said coldly. "She was very willful. She wasn’t a princess but wanted to be treated like one. When she was pregnant, she kept demanding I take care of her. What did she have to be proud of? She only gave birth to a daughter, not a son. Leaving her and going to Europe was the best decision I ever made. Otherwise, I’d still be a poor nobody." The smile on Emily’s face became forced. "What’s with that look?" Logan glanced at her. "Do you want to cry or laugh?" Emily took a deep breath. "I just miss my mother. She died when I was born, and I never see her. I only know what she looked like from photos.""Your mother was quite beautiful, much like you, but she wasn’t as obedient as Grace," Logan said, his expression softening as he mentioned Grace. "Grace was also poor, but she was sensible and considerate of men. As a man, I believe a woman’s greatest duty is to serve her man. But your mother insisted on equality between men and women. What did she mean by that? Did she expect me to wash her feet?" Hearing this, Emily asked, "Did my mother ask you to wash her feet?" "Yes!" Logan said angrily. "She said her belly was too big, and she couldn’t bend down. I didn’t understand. So many women get pregnant, why couldn’t she bend down? It’s a woman’s duty to bear children and serve men. Why was she so rebellious?" Emily turned her head, looking at her reflection in the rearview mirror. "If my mother had been as obedient and dutiful as Grace, would you have stayed?" Logan’s grip on the steering wheel loosened. "No, a man’s future is most important. My future could not be ruined by a woman." "What if my mother had given birth to a boy? Would you still have left?" Logan replied confidently, "She didn’t give birth to a boy." Emily suddenly felt her questions were redundant. A man like Logan would never treat his wife as an equal from the start. In public, he could pretend to dote on his wife, but deep down, he was still a chauvinist. His mindset seemed stuck in the medieval era. She had actually hoped this person could have a moment of repentance. "Are Grace and Sophia not coming home with us?" Logan seemed hesitant. "They… they have things to do." "It’s their first time at the Norman house. Why are they staying overnight?" Logan looked at her displeased. "Emily, are you jealous of Sophia’s opportunity to join the Norman family?" Emily sneered inwardly. But outwardly, she played the role of a dutiful daughter. "No, Sophia is my sister. Her marrying into the Norman family would be good for our family."Logan smiled with satisfaction. "It’s good that you think this way. Emily, you need to understand that women rely on men. Since Grace married me, her life has been very respectable. If Sophia can marry into the Norman family, I will have more authority in the company. As Mr. Norman’s father-in-law, who would dare to oppose me? Our family will certainly gain more benefits and respect." Emily lowered her eyes, smiling softly. "You’re right. As long as Sophia can help you, that’s best." "You too," Logan Morgan scrutinized her. "Don’t wear such clothes again. Did you get to know Bryden today? I saw him greeting you." Emily didn’t want to involve an innocent person. "We just met. We’re not familiar." "You definitely have a connection. I think Bryden likes you. Did you exchange phone numbers?" Emily shook her head. "...No." "How foolish of you! You should have gotten his number. Even if you can’t be lovers, you can be friends. That would make your status more esteemed." Emily did not respond. "We should hurry home. Herry is alone; it’s not safe. He probably hasn’t had lunch." Mentioning his son, Logan stopped lecturing Emily. He sped up, "Yes, my Herry is still at home."