Emily’s list wasn’t long; it was actually shorter than a typical grocery receipt. But because each item was a luxury good, each price was substantial. Among the items was a Prada men’s leather bag valued at $10,000, a Gucci coat, and a men’s watch. In total, there were only about six or seven items, but with invoices intact, the cost amounted to over $100,000. The female officer was stunned. “If the damage value is this high, it’s no longer a simple five-day detention.” Emily gave a light smile. “Those are just Bert’s belongings. I also bought a few items for Bert to give as gifts to neighbors. They’re not as expensive, but in total, they’re worth around $10,000. The fire didn’t just burn down Bert’s house; it damaged neighboring properties as well. Their walls and windowsills were affected. I’ll check with the neighbors about their losses and bring it over.” This new figure surprised Carol as well. “That could add up to $400,000?” “About that,” Emily replied. “Honestly, even though Grace and Sophia have a long-standing grudge with Bert, it’s been years since they had any contact. You’d think they’d just let it go. But to burn down our home? Bert says we can’t just let them off easily this time.” “So, Bert’s stance is—” “Grace doesn’t need to pay the damages, but she must face the consequences.” “$400,000? That’s a severe crime. Whether they pay or not, they’re looking at a prison sentence.” Emily’s smile held a trace of satisfaction. “Let’s hope that $400,000 buys us some justice.” “You can rest assured,” the officer nodded. “The law is always fair.” Emily chuckled quietly to herself. Of course, the law was fair. Grace was skilled at toeing the line, always staying on the safe side of both ethics and legality. But this time, there was no escape. Outside, Bert waited patiently in the car. Seeing Emily step out, he immediately asked, “Emily, how did it go?” “I handed everything over to the police. Grace is likely going to jail.” She settled into the car and patted Bert’s frail hand. “Don’t worry, Uncle. I won’t let her get away with burning down our home.” Bert’s eyes reddened. “Yes, that was our home, after all. We’ve lived there for decades. It may be old, but there’s sentiment there. The worst part is that everything your mother and father left behind—all of it, burned up in that fire. I feel like I’ve let them down…” “Mom and Dad would understand,” Emily said softly. “Besides, they would be glad to know that Grace and Sophia are finally facing justice.”Bert sighed deeply. “You’re right. I know your father had a soft spot for Sophia—she was his biological daughter after all…” “But that daughter was nothing but trouble. If it weren’t for Sophia, you wouldn’t have had to suffer all these years.” Bert clenched his jaw. “Emily, those luxury items—when did you buy those? I don’t recall seeing them.” Emily chuckled, “I bought them, yes, but I haven’t shipped them yet. They’re still at my place in England. I’d been meaning to have a friend send them over, so I brought the invoices with me. It’s quite handy they turned out to be useful.” Bert shook his head. “Those two have brought this on themselves. It’s karma, finally.” “It’s just karma that came a bit late,” Emily replied, her tone cold as she started the car. “But at least it came.” “And those things for the neighbors?” Bert asked, puzzled. “I don’t remember buying anything for them.” Emily laughed, “Don’t worry, Uncle, I’ll take care of that.” After returning to the Hilton, Bert went to his room to shower while Emily started preparing dinner in the kitchen. Her phone suddenly rang—it was Allen. She picked up, “Hello, Mr. Parker?” “Emily, it’s me,” came Jackson’s voice instead. “Jackson… are you feeling better?” Jackson’s tone was dry. “Is it always going to be like this? If I don’t reach out, you never think to check on me?” Emily’s heart softened. “I’m sorry, Jackson…” “I don’t want an apology!” Jackson sighed but then softened his tone. “It’s fine. My expectations aren’t that high; I’m just glad to know you’re not with Vincent right now. So tell me, where are you, really? Don’t lie to me.” Emily felt a surge of relief. “I’m at the hotel, cooking dinner for my uncle.” “Really?” “Yes, truly.”“You’re not lying?” “I’m really not lying.” Jackson breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, as long as you’re not with Vincent, I’m happy.” “Jackson…” “Okay, Emily,” he interjected, “could you come by tomorrow? I’m in a full-body cast; I feel like a mummy, and it’s driving me crazy.” Emily thought about her scheduled groundbreaking ceremony, calculating the timing. “I have work in the morning, but I’ll come in the afternoon. Is that okay?” “Of course,” Jackson’s voice brightened. “Could you bring some of that porridge you make? I’d really like some.” Emily agreed. “Alright, I’ll bring you some porridge, and… there are things I need to talk with you about.” After hanging up, she turned back to check the soup, but the doorbell suddenly rang. From his room, Bert called out, “Emily, who could it be at this hour?” “I don’t know. I’ll go check.” Through the peephole, she saw a familiar figure.