Emily returned to the Morgan family late in the evening, with Mr. Satan driving her back. They arrived at the doorstep, but Mr. Satan was reluctant to let her go. "In the past, it was easy for us to meet. When I returned to Room 2307 at the Hilton Hotel at night, I could see you coming out of the kitchen in an apron, blushing, asking me whether to eat first or shower." Thinking about those days at the Hilton Hotel, Emily also felt they were sweet. Life was simple and happy then. She cooked for him every day, did the laundry, waited for him to come home for dinner, and they slept in each other's arms. Just thinking about those days was enough to intoxicate her. But they both carried too much baggage with their lives. "I need to get justice for my mother," Emily said. "Do you have any progress on your private matters?" "It will be over soon," Mr. Satan replied. "Does Grandma know I'm pregnant?" "She does," Mr. Satan said. "Despite staying in her room all day, she's good at getting information from the internet." This news surprised Emily a bit. "Grandma must have been quite powerful in her younger days." "Yeah, our Norman family wouldn't be what it is today without her," Mr. Satan said. "My grandfather passed away early. Many tried to take advantage of our family and nearly bankrupted us. But my grandmother resisted those difficulties, rebuilt our family business, and raised my father. You've seen my dad; he's straightforward, which is a virtue, but it's also a glaring flaw in business—he's easily manipulated. Without my grandmother's support over the years, the Norman family would have struggled to survive." Emily couldn't help but admire Meggie a bit. "Your personality reminds me of my grandmother when she was young. She really likes you." "I like Grandma a lot too. She's a kind old lady. Besides my foster father and uncle, I rarely felt love from family members. Grandma treats me so well; I'm really, really happy..." At this point, Mr. Satan hesitated, saying, "Emily, has your foster father ever mentioned your mother's friend?" Emily shook her head. "No. Why do you ask?" "Just curious; it's part of an investigation," Mr. Satan smiled. "Recently, Emma has been in touch with Grace quite a bit. Be careful of Grace; she may have new plans." If Grace was contacting Emma, it couldn't be for anything good. Emily nodded, indicating she understood. "Have they found evidence against Emma?" Mr. Satan shook his head. "She covered her tracks too well back then, and your mother's body has been cremated. It's difficult to find evidence to convict her now. She dares not return to the hospital. The hospital has reported several medical incidents to the police, and now she's a fugitive. If she ever comes back, she'll face hefty fines and prison time. She'll probably have to live abroad for the rest of her life." Emma got what she deserved, and Emily was somewhat relieved. But she felt it wasn't enough. Emma and Grace were still living well, Logan hadn't paid the price for his actions, and her mother had been dead for over twenty years. It wasn't fair. Someone had to pay for her and her mother's misfortunes. After parting ways with Mr. Satan, Emily returned to the Morgan family. As soon as she pushed open the door, Logan immediately stood up, rubbed his hands, and awkwardly said, "Emily, you're back." "Hmm," Emily replied. "Your complexion looks better than when you left this morning. Did you have dinner at the Norman family? If not, let Grace cook for you. What do you want to eat?" Grace was hiding in the kitchen, sneering. Emily glanced into the kitchen and said coldly, "I've already had dinner; I won't trouble Grace. Mr. Morgan, I'm a bit tired. I'll go rest first." "Oh? Uh, sure, rest early. Let me know if you need anything." Emily didn't bother to respond and went straight upstairs, closing the door. She didn't want to hear another word from this false gentleman, even if he was her father. Too much had happened today, and Emily soon fell asleep. Emily slept until morning and saw two missed calls on her phone. They were from Amanda. She called back immediately. "Emily?" "Amanda, sorry I overslept and missed your calls. Does Lucas have something going on today?" Amanda hurriedly said, "No rush. Lucas has a reality show recording this afternoon. Can you make it?" Although Amanda was asking, Emily was Lucas's makeup artist now; it was her job. "I can make it. What time and where?" "It starts recording at two this afternoon, and makeup will take two hours. Can you come by noon?" Emily checked the time on her phone; it was already ten thirty. She hurried to get ready. "Okay, give me the address, and I'll be there by noon." The location for Lucas's reality show recording was at the television studio. The studio was newly built, large in scale, and somewhat remote. Emily checked the transport options; there was no subway nearby, and taking the bus would take at least two hours. There wasn't enough time. In the end, she had no choice but to give up public transportation and opt for a taxi. She changed clothes and did her makeup as quickly as possible, then headed downstairs. Logan had already gone to work. In the living room, only Grace and Sophia were sitting on the sofa watching TV, while Herry played with Transformers nearby. Sophia taunted her, "You're dressed up so elegantly. Going on a date with Mr. Norman?" Emily smiled confidently and replied, "Yeah, wanna come along? Oh, but Mr. Norman's car only has two seats. You'll have to tie yourself under the car with a rope." "Emily, you're too proud!""Sorry, but with Mr. Norman around, I can do anything I want." After teasing Sophia, Emily felt very happy. She even felt her steps were particularly imposing as she walked out the door. Mr. Satan was right; for bad people, you had to fight back.