In the conference room, only Logan and Emily were left facing off. Alex, worried about Emily, stayed close to her, ready to protect her from any sudden moves Logan might make. "Emily," Logan pleaded, making a last-ditch effort, "Tell me, what do you want me to do to make you forgive me?" Emily's expression was cold, devoid of any emotion. "Mr. Morgan, don't you know that killing someone means paying with your life? That's just the way it is." Logan argued, "Your mother was already hemorrhaging badly. Even if I hadn’t given up on treatment, she might not have survived! You can’t put all the blame on me, right?" Not blame him entirely? Emily sneered. "So, you're saying my mom was just doomed to die from childbirth complications?" "That's not what I meant. What I'm saying is that your mother was also responsible. Look, lots of women give birth, and not many of them die, right? Emily, you weren’t born yet, so you wouldn’t know, but your mother wasn’t in great health to begin with. She was always sick, so the hemorrhage was her problem..." "If you knew she was in poor health, why did you let her get pregnant?" Emily found Logan’s defense absurd. "Mr. Morgan, you didn’t even love her; you were just using her. So why did you let her carry your child? And when she was pregnant, why didn’t you have her terminate the pregnancy? Why force her to give birth?" Logan's face turned gloomy, as if he was resigned to his fate. "At that time, I was trying to make myself love her..." "Bullshit!" Emily cursed him directly. "You just wanted to see whether the baby would be a boy or a girl! Logan Morgan, do you think no one knows about your filthy thoughts? Huh?" Alex, worried, helped Emily sit down in a nearby chair. "Emily, take it easy." Emily exhaled deeply. "Mr. Morgan, I don’t want to argue with you anymore. My mom is gone. You need to return the honor that belongs to her." Logan shook his head repeatedly. "I can’t do that, Emily. My entire career in the design industry is built on winning that award with that design. If I publicly admit it wasn’t my work, what will happen to my reputation?" "Reputation? In your eyes, your reputation is more important than my mom’s life, isn’t it?"Emily was trembling with anger. Alex placed his hand on her shoulder, supporting her, and stared coldly at Logan Morgan. "Mr. Morgan, I’m calling you that out of respect for your being Emily’s father. Do what Emily says and clear up this matter about stealing the design. Otherwise, even if you’re unwilling to, the Norman family has the power to make you disappear from the design industry altogether. I can guarantee that once I make a single phone call, no company will dare to hire you." Logan looked up sharply. "Mr. Norman... this is a Morgan family matter. Why do you need to get involved?" "Emily may be your daughter, but she’s also a member of the Norman family. Her wishes are our priority, and the Norman family will do whatever it takes to fulfill them." Logan closed his eyes in defeat. "Emily, do you really have to do this? Have you thought about your brother, Herry? His mom isn’t around anymore, and if his dad becomes disgraced, what will happen to him?" "You know better than I do why Herry’s mom isn’t around." "I was the one who drove Grace away; I was the one who divorced her, but I did it all because of you! Back then, it was Grace who came to me first. She seduced me, begged me to take her out of her poor family. She stole your mother’s design for me. She’s the real villain here, not me! I was just getting revenge for you!" Logan's excuses were getting more and more ridiculous. Emily raised her head, stopping him from saying more. "You two conspired together and killed my mom. Neither of you will get away with it. Logan Morgan, by tomorrow evening, I want to see you publicly apologizing to my mother through the media." With that, she waved her hand. Dylan, who had been standing quietly in a corner, stepped forward. He approached Logan Morgan and said, "Mr. Morgan, please leave." Logan slowly got to his feet, gave Emily one last complicated look, and then walked out. Dylan, not trusting him, followed him out. Emily slumped over the table, staring at the design her mother had left behind, still projected on the screen. "Emily, are you okay?" Emily wiped away her tears and forced a small smile. "Thank you."Alex’s heart ached for her. "We’re family. I’ve never thought highly of your father, and today I found out he’s even worse than I imagined." "A father?" Emily let out a bitter laugh. "I can’t believe I have a father like him." "A father like that isn’t worth recognizing," Alex said. "Don’t worry, from now on, I’ll treat you like my own daughter." Emily could no longer hold back her tears, which flowed freely. "Where’s Vincent? Why hasn’t he shown up today?" Emily shook her head, explaining for him, "I told him not to come. I can’t rely on him for everything. I need to get stronger on my own." "...You’re just a girl, and you’re pregnant. You don’t have to take on so much." "This is about avenging my mother. As her daughter, I have to do it myself." Hearing this, Alex understood. He sighed softly. "You and Vincent are alike. You both carry heavy burdens on your shoulders. Vincent does it, and so do you." Just then, there was a gentle knock on the conference room door. Dylan pushed the door open slightly. "Ma’am, the boss is here." Alex asked, "Where is he?" "He’s right outside. The boss wanted me to ask madam first. Once she agrees, he’ll come in." Alex was puzzled. "What’s he doing? Are they having a fight?" "No," Dylan replied. "The boss said everyone has moments of weakness. Some people want others to see it, some don’t. So, it’s all up to the madam’s wishes. He’ll support her no matter what." Emily sniffed, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand, and forced a smile. "Who said I’m weak? I’m not weak at all. Today, I finally stood up for my mom. I couldn’t be happier."