Seeing Emma for the first time, Emily almost didn't recognize her. In her memory, Emma was a sharp and capable woman with short hair. But who was this disheveled, pitiful woman before her? Jackson walked over and nudged Emma with his foot. "Hey!" Emma shuddered in fear, curling up in the corner. "Now, you answer whatever we ask, got it?" Emma nodded quickly. "I will, I will. I won't dare to lie." Her eyes were still covered, making it impossible to see who was in front of her. She tilted her head slightly, waiting for the questions to begin. Jackson took out a recorder from his pocket, switched it on, and placed it in front of Emma. He signaled to Emily with his eyes. "You can start." Emily nodded, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "Twenty-seven years ago, there was a pregnant woman named Lisa. What was the cause of her death?" Upon hearing the name "Lisa," Emma's head shot up. "Who... who are you?" "Tell me!!!" Emma hesitated for a moment, her body trembling like the withered leaves falling outside. "She died from massive hemorrhaging." "Why did she hemorrhage?" "Because her cervix wasn't fully dilated." "You are an obstetrician. If her cervix wasn't dilated, why did you force her to give birth? Did you use oxytocin, or did you use violent methods to accelerate her labor?" Emma seemed frightened by Emily's intensity, stuttering. "It wasn't me! I didn't! She... she received a call, then cried and begged me to give her oxytocin, begged me to press on her belly hard... Yes, that's it, she begged me!" "You're lying! That's impossible!"Suddenly, Emily felt a sharp pain in her belly. She gasped, and Olivia quickly supported her. "Emily, are you okay?" Jackson turned off the recorder and, with Olivia, helped Emily to an old sofa nearby. "There's no water here. Emily, rest for a bit. If you feel uncomfortable, I'll take you to the hospital first. She's not going anywhere, you can ask her anytime." Emily closed her eyes, taking a while for the pain in her belly to subside. "I'm fine." She knew that Jackson's way of dealing with Emma wasn't sustainable. If they were discovered, he would be charged with illegal detention, and Emma, once given a way out, would never reveal the truth. She had to find out the truth quickly. Emma suddenly asked tentatively, "Emily? Are you Emily?" "Yes, I am," Emily's voice was firm and steady. "Emma, you know what you did to my mother. I just want the truth today. What was the real cause of my mother's death?" Beep— Jackson switched the recorder back on. Emma's heart sank slowly. She knew that if today’s visitor were just an ordinary patient, she might find a way to deal with it. But if it was Emily, her fate would be incredibly bleak. Emma let out a bitter laugh. "Emily, you should ask your biological father." Emily interrupted her. "I won't let anyone who hurt my mother go unpunished. You are just the beginning." "Is that so?" Emma sighed, seeming to resign herself to fate. "If I tell you, will you spare my life?" Emily sneered. "Are you threatening me?" "I'm already imprisoned by you. I just want to live..." Emma let out a laugh, continuing, "Actually, even if I don't say anything, you already have an answer in your heart, right? You want me to say it out loud and record it, so you can use it as evidence to deal with those people." "Since you know, there's no need for more words. Emma, I can only promise you won't die here, but you will face the law for what you've done."Emma finally laughed out loud. "With your promise, I'm relieved. I've done many things wrong, but not many that would land me in prison. Most of it can be resolved with money. I was dragged down by Grace and Logan. They ruined me. Now they live like high society members, and I'm hiding in Europe. It's so unfair!" Emily took a deep breath. "Go on." The story from twenty-seven years ago was not too different from what Emily had imagined, or perhaps, it was not as tragic as she had feared. Emma only recounted what she knew, starting from when her mother was pregnant. "...When I first met Lisa, I was really stunned. She was incredibly beautiful, but her face was pale, and she looked unwell. She was just a month pregnant and came to me for a check-up." "...The baby's condition wasn't good. She seemed to have a premonition that the father of the child might leave her. I truly felt sorry for Lisa. She always came alone for check-ups because she was afraid Logan would find out she was carrying a girl and wouldn't want the baby." "...Logan only liked boys, considering them the heirs. But his relationship with Lisa was more complicated. I heard from Grace that Logan approached Lisa just to get her design blueprints." "...I don't know what happened between the three of them. The next time I saw her, she was eight months pregnant. She was brought in covered in blood. She was immediately sent to the operating room, crying and shouting the whole time. She said she needed to go to the airport to find Logan." "...But childbirth has its process; it can't be rushed. To give birth quickly, she begged me to use oxytocin. I was going to extort her for money. She gave me money, and I administered oxytocin. But then I received a call from Grace. She said she was going to Europe and asked me to stop Lisa from going to the airport." "...Lisa had a vaginal tear and hemorrhaged. She gave birth to the baby but had lost too much blood and fell unconscious. I was terrified. I feared it was a medical accident and wanted to save her. But Logan called and told me he was the father and ordered me to abandon Lisa—"