Chapter 59 Morris Takes Care of Details

Chapter 59 Morris Takes Care of Details

"Let me see your apartment." As soon as Morris finished speaking, he had already put on shoe covers and was stepping inside, his gaze scanning the living room.

The floor was cluttered with three half-open suitcases, and packages were piled high on the dining table, with trash scattered everywhere.

"You don't need to bother with those," Zoey followed behind, kicking a cardboard box near her foot. "I haven't cleaned up yet. You could have just come straight in."

She knew Morris had obsessive cleanliness issues, but hadn't expected him to be so particular about her temporary place she'd just moved into.

Morris paused in the middle of the living room, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly. "I'm just afraid of getting my shoes dirty."

Zoey rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, "I shouldn't have bothered with him."

By now, Morris knew that Zoey had argued with Winter and had been cut off financially. His gaze swept across the cramped living room, then settled on the mess strewn across the balcony. The disgust in his voice was impossible to hide. "Your place isn't just small, it's filthy and disorganized. Emily would be exhausted working here."

Zoey waved dismissively, unconcerned. "It's fine. It's small, but plenty for two people. It's only messy because I just moved in today. It'll be fine once it's tidied up."

Then she walked to the couch and began stuffing clothes from the suitcase into the closet, her movements careless.

"Then hurry up and clean it," Morris said, clearly repulsed.

Seeing his continued displeasure, Zoey stopped what she was doing and turned to face him. "Morris, I'm hiring Emily to work. If I had everything perfect already, Emily might feel there's nothing to do and not want to come. If you ruin my arrangement with Emily, it'll be hard for you to see her again."

She knew Morris too well—just mentioning Emily would make him compromise.

Sure enough, Morris's lips moved slightly, but he ultimately swallowed whatever he was about to say, only adding stubbornly. "Well, don't make it too messy. She has more to do than just cleaning."

Zoey muttered under her breath, "I get it. Morris, you really do put romance before family ties."

After inspecting Zoey's room, Morris was dissatisfied with everything. He took out his phone and called his assistant. "Send a cleaning service over."

Zoey immediately changed her attitude. "Morris, you're the best! You're the world's greatest cousin. I'll definitely put in a good word for you with Emily."

Morris ignored her, finished giving the address, hung up, and walked straight to the refrigerator.

Opening the door, he found only a few cans of fruit—peaches and mandarin oranges—sitting forlornly on the refrigerator shelf. His recently relaxed brow furrowed again. "Is this all you eat?"

"Yeah," Zoey moved closer, pointing at the peach cans. "These canned peaches are really good. Want to try one?"

Morris didn't respond, just shook his head and dialed his assistant again. "Buy some groceries and fruit and send them to the address I just gave you."

After hanging up, he asked, "Which room will Emily sleep in?"

Zoey pointed to the room on the left. "That one next door."

Morris walked over and pushed open the door. The room contained only a bed, a desk, and a closet—no additional decorations. His expression immediately darkened. He took out his phone and called his assistant again. "Buy a vanity table and some living essentials. Also bedding, in light colors. And two potted plants—easy-to-care-for ones."

Zoey leaned against the doorframe, watching Morris seriously specifying details, and couldn't help teasing him. "Morris, when did you develop such motherly instincts? You're fussing over everything. I say, why don't you just marry Emily and keep her at home? Then she wouldn't have to do anything."

Morris shook his head, his eyes showing a hint of seriousness. "That wouldn't work. She's a career-oriented woman. She doesn't like being confined at home."

He remembered Emily mentioning to him before that she used to be in sales and was very successful. Emily always had her own aspirations; he couldn't keep her restricted to domestic life.

Soon after, Otis arrived with cleaners and a pile of items. Seeing Zoey, he quickly greeted her with a smile. "Congratulations on your new place, Ms. Anderson. Mr. Anderson really cares about you—he bought so many things."

Zoey shook her head, pointing to Morris. "These aren't for me. They're for his sweetheart."

Otis paused, glancing at Morris's expression, utterly shocked—since when did Morris have a sweetheart?

"Don't talk nonsense," Morris quickly interrupted, afraid of affecting his image in front of his subordinate. "It's only because you have nothing here. Otherwise, why would I go to all this trouble?"

Despite his words, he was directing the cleaners to start with Emily's room, specifically instructing them to clean the windows thoroughly and make sure the bedding was perfectly arranged.

For the rest of the afternoon, Morris kept busy, helping organize Emily's room one moment, then checking the groceries in the kitchen the next, afraid something might not be done properly. Zoey watched Morris's busy figure with amazement, surprised by his transformation. Previously indifferent to everything, he had now become so attentive because of Emily.

Meanwhile, Emily was packing her things at the Miller household. Iris approached her, gratitude evident in her smile. "Emily, we owe you so much. Our family has gone through such a transformation these past weeks. Felicity is willing to talk to us now, and Brian is spending time with our daughter. We're all very grateful for what you've done for our family."

Emily set down what she was holding and smiled, shaking her head. "Really, it's nothing. I'm just happy to see things getting better for all of you."

She recalled how cold the atmosphere was when she first arrived at the Miller home, with Felicity always hiding in her room. Now the girl could eat and chat with her parents, which gave Emily a real sense of accomplishment.

Iris hesitated before speaking. "I never expected a month to pass so quickly. With winter break coming, we really don't need help at home anymore."

"I understand," Emily replied calmly. "Iris, I'll finish these last two days and then leave. I've written down Felicity's favorite foods and things she likes for you. Please make sure you all continue to get along well."

She had known she would leave after her contract ended and had been teaching Felicity some self-protection techniques—how to seek help in dangerous situations, how to protect herself, and how to communicate with her parents.

Over the next few days, Emily went over everything that needed to be explained. On the day her contract expired, she packed her belongings. Just as she walked out the Miller's front door, she saw Morris standing by his car, waiting for her.

"I'm here to pick you up," Morris said, his tone gentle.

Emily was momentarily surprised, then smiled and got into the car.

Watching the familiar streets through the window, she suddenly felt contemplative. Her time at the Miller home had taught her many lessons. When she was in sales, she was always pursuing performance metrics, ignoring the beauty in life. Now she found happiness in helping others and seeing their smiles.

Soon, the car arrived at Zoey's apartment. Emily opened the door and saw the clean, tidy living room. She couldn't help but give it a thumbs up. "Clean and tidy—very nice."

Zoey was about to say Morris had helped clean up when she heard Morris cough lightly, so she quickly changed course. "Yes, yes, I'm just that clean. Let's have spicy steaks tonight! My friend just gave me some premium cuts."

Emily nodded with a smile, her gaze sweeping over the potted plants in the living room and the meticulously organized room. She felt a warmth inside. She knew Morris must have had a hand in this.

This seemingly cold man had actually been caring for her in his own way.