When the truth unfolded before her, Emily could barely hear what Emma was saying anymore. She only saw Emma's mouth moving, her expression a mix of guilt and more prominently, resentment. Who was she resenting? It was Emily's mother who died. What right did Emma have to be resentful? "Emily!" "Emily!" Who was calling her? Emily frowned, feeling a sharp pain in her hand. Her hand was bleeding. Olivia was petrified by Emily's sudden action, standing there frozen. Jackson, though slightly more composed, also looked distressed. Emily’s hand still clutched two broken pieces of wood, with splinters scattered on the ground. The wood was stained with dark red spots. Whether it was paint or blood was unclear. "Emily, I know you're in a lot of pain right now, but try to calm down..." Jackson held her hand, which was as cold as ice. He squeezed it, hoping his warmth could reach her, but Emily seemed soulless, hearing nothing, reacting to nothing. Olivia snapped out of her shock and hurriedly helped Emily, anxiously persuading, "Emily, they will get their retribution. You’re still pregnant, you must be careful with your body..." Pregnant? Emily finally heard a word, her fingers twitching slightly. Yes, she still had a child in her belly. In a few months, she would be a mother. But what about her own mother? Her mother, isolated and helpless in the delivery room on the day Emily was born. Betrayed by the man she loved, how desperate must she have felt? The man she loved, telling the doctor over the phone to give up on her life... Emily felt a dull ache in her heart, just imagining the scene was enough to shatter her mind. "Emily..." Olivia cried in fear seeing Emily’s state. "Maybe... I should call Mr. Satan, let him come and take you home."With a crash, Emily finally let go of the wood. It wasn’t just wood; it was an old wooden chair. Emily had grabbed it and swung it at Emma. Her mind still echoed with Emma's words: “...Lisa begged me to save her child. She said it didn't matter if she died, but please, save her child. She was willing to give me all her property, told me her bank card password, even gave me the keys to her house.” “I thought Lisa, being so poor, wouldn’t have much money. But when I checked at the ATM, she had 40,000! I withdrew it all and put it in my own account. I bought a house and a car with that money, and bought the high heels and coat I’d always wanted! Hahaha, I was so happy. Being a doctor doesn’t earn much, people are so stingy, they only part with their money in life-or-death situations.” “And the child? Hahaha, her child was only eight months old when born, weighed just over seven pounds, and wasn’t developing well. There was no way it could survive. I placed the baby next to Lisa's bed. The entire bed was soaked in blood. That baby lay in her mother’s blood.” Emily couldn’t remember anything after that. Her memory blanked out. Then, she quickly picked up the wooden stool beside her and smashed it over Emma’s head. Blood instantly gushed out, splattering warm droplets onto her hands and clothes. Her mother's blood must have felt just as warm. She had just been born, lying in her mother's blood... then hurriedly taken away by her foster father to be raised. As a child, she was often sick, and her foster father worked hard to provide for her. Where was Logan during those times? He stole her mother's designs, won a prestigious design award in Europe! He married Grace and had a son! He enjoyed worldwide acclaim as "Mr. Morgan," but all of it rightfully belonged to her mother! Emily's fists clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms, her whole body trembling. Her lips moved slightly, "Is she dead?" Her voice, when she spoke, was hoarse and cold, even she couldn't believe it was hers. Jackson checked Emma’s breathing. "She’s probably just unconscious."Olivia held Emily tightly, afraid she might do something rash again. Having known Emily for twenty years, Olivia understood better than anyone how deeply her mother’s death affected her. Jackson picked Emily up. "I’ll take Emily to rest." Olivia followed. "What about Emma? Are we just going to leave her here?" "Do you want to deal with her?" "I'm afraid if Emma dies here, it won’t be good for Emily." Jackson was cold. "If she dies, she dies. It doesn’t matter." Still, he retained some rationality, tossing his phone to Olivia. "Call my brother, have him come over to handle this, and you wait for him here." Olivia was worried. "Where are you taking Emily? She’s about to get married, what if someone takes photos of you two..." "Don’t worry, I’ll take her to the Hilton Hotel," Jackson said. "She’s made her choice, and I’m not one to pester her. Vincent isn’t around now. I’ll stay with her until he returns and then hand Emily over to him." Jackson placed Emily in the passenger seat and drove off. To avoid surveillance cameras, he took a longer route back. By the time they reached the Hilton Hotel, it was already dark. Emily leaned back with her eyes closed, whether asleep or deep in thought was unclear. Jackson took out some wet wipes, gently cleaning the blood off her hands, his movements tender and careful. "You have become a lioness. If you had hit any harder today, Emma might have died on the spot." Emily’s fingers twitched. She wasn’t asleep. "If it weren’t for the baby, I would’ve smashed her to death." Jackson sighed deeply. "You always wanted to know the truth, but I think knowing it has made you unhappy. Emily, I regret letting you find out the truth. Maybe if you never knew, you could live a simpler, happier life."