Sophia ignored the pain from her injuries and rushed over, clinging to Logan, "Dad, please, take me away from here. I have nowhere else to go..." Sophia wasn't lying. She couldn't stay here any longer. Everyone looked at her with disdain, and no matter what she did, people jumped at the chance to ridicule her. Sam treated her like a plaything, never regarding her as a human being. He had promised to give her $100,000 after they slept together, but now he wouldn’t even answer her calls! Not a single penny from the promised $100,000, and she spent the whole night with him! Her body was covered in bruises, and it hurt so much that even lifting her arm felt like her skin was tearing apart. Logan made no effort to hide the disgust on his face, "You’ve got the wrong person. Let go of me." People around them laughed, "Yeah, Sophia, can’t you even recognize your own dad now?" Sophia gritted her teeth, ignoring the jeers. With Sam not answering her calls, she had to cling to Logan; otherwise, she truly had no way to survive! "Fine, I won’t call you Dad. I'll call you Mr. Morgan. Please, just help me this once, and I’ll repay you. Emily doesn’t acknowledge you, and you can't climb up to the Norman family, but I’m different. I’ll treat you like my real father. Once I find a wealthy man, I promise I’ll help you meet more powerful people." The crowd grew larger. Logan didn’t want to be recognized here. He pursed his lips tightly and glared at her, lowering his voice, "Leave here first." "I can’t move," Sophia struggled to stand but her weak body wouldn’t cooperate, "I haven’t eaten in two days. I’m not feeling well..." Sophia looked pale, emaciated, with dark circles under her eyes. She didn’t seem to be lying. Logan forced a caring smile, helping her to stand slowly, "I think you have mistaken me for someone else. I'm not your father. Poor child, how did you end up like this? Here, let me help you up..."Someone nearby cautioned, "Sir, don’t be fooled by her. This girl is from our neighborhood. She’s ungrateful! Don’t believe a word she says." Logan responded charitably, "It’s fine. She’s just a young girl. At worst, I lose some money, but I can’t watch a girl suffer. Did she buy something and not pay? How much does she owe you? I’ll pay for her." A woman held up five fingers, "Five dollars." Logan searched his wallet, pulling out a ten-dollar bill and handing it to her, "Here, keep the change." "No way!" Sophia suddenly shouted, "Don’t tip her. Or at least get me another pastry." The woman sneered, handing her a pastry, "Here, I don’t need your five dollars. Sophia, if you have any conscience, repay your dad and sister. If you don’t, that’s fine too, but don’t harm others. God is fair, you’ll get what you deserve." Sophia didn’t listen to the rest. She was already devouring the pastry. She was starving. Her body was too weak to care about her manners. At that moment, nothing tasted better than this simple pastry, not even steak or foie gras, pizza, or lattes. Logan looked at her helplessly, pulling her arm to drag her out of the crowd, "Let’s find a quiet place." They pushed through the crowd, but in such a densely populated area, people kept staring at them and whispering about Sophia. Logan asked, "Which way is your home? Lead the way. I need to talk to you, and this isn’t a good place." With her mouth full of pastry, Sophia tried to speak but nearly choked, waving her hand frantically, "Herry... is..." "You brought Herry here?!" At the mention of his son, Logan couldn’t hold back his anger, growling, "The school called, saying Herry hasn’t been to class. So it was you two who took him! You’re using Herry to threaten me, aren’t you?" "No... no..." Sophia coughed violently. Their loud voices drew more attention.Not wanting to attract more attention, Logan dragged her into a narrow, dark alley. The alley was just a narrow gap between two buildings, barely wide enough for a person to stand sideways. Away from the crowd, Logan crossed his arms and waited for Sophia to catch her breath. After a long while, Sophia finally swallowed the pastry, tears welling up in her eyes. "Cough, cough..." Logan’s demeanor was cold and disdainful, "What are you trying to do? Herry is your brother. He’s only twelve, with a bright future ahead. With me as his father, a designer, he has great prospects. He’s already missed several days of school! If you ruin his future, I’ll make sure you pay dearly!" Sophia, exhausted, sat down against the wall, gasping for breath, "We didn’t take him. He followed us on his own." "He followed you? Do you take me for a fool? Why would he leave the comfortable life at my house to live in this dump? Tell me, are you and your mother living here now?" Sophia nodded. "Where is she?" "I’m not sure. She leaves early every morning to see Mandy and comes back late. Mr. Morgan, my mom has been with you for over twenty years, serving you. How can you treat her like this? Isn’t this too heartless?" Logan lit a cigarette, taking a practiced drag, "What else can I do? Emily is married to Mr. Norman, and she wants to avenge her mother. She probably knows everything that happened back then. As long as she seeks revenge, you and your mother can't escape. But I'm different. Her mother once loved me, and I'm still her father. Even if she wants revenge, she won’t destroy me completely. Right now, this is all I can do."