She had finally awaited this day. Emily wiped her face, feeling a slight dampness on her hands. She had imagined her meeting with her father many times before. She thought he would take her to a fancy café and tell her interesting stories from Europe. Unfortunately, she had guessed the beginning but not the ending. "Emily." Emily turned around to see Mr. Satan standing behind her. They were at an amusement park, where many people wearing masks were performing, so he didn't appear too out of place, and no one looked at him strangely. "Mr. Satan." "Emily, don't cry. Let's go home." She defiantly lifted her head. "I'm not crying." Mr. Satan came over and took her hand. "Alright, no tears, Emily is the strongest." They walked forward together, but her vision was already blurred with tears, and her voice choked up. "Did you wait long?" "Not long. I've been waiting for you for over a decade. Waiting is nothing to me." "Mr. Satan..." "Hmm?" He stopped and turned to her. "What did you want to say?" Emily threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his embrace. "I feel a little sad, just a little." "I believe you." "I can't believe it. How could my father be like this? What did my mother see in him? She sacrificed her life to have his child. It's not worth it." Satan gently held her, his large hand stroking her soft, long hair, his voice as gentle as a breeze. "Life is a series of choices. Your mother should have chosen you over him from the beginning. So she chose to have you, which perhaps had nothing to do with Logan Morgan." Emily froze, her voice buzzing. "Are you saying my mother died because of me?""Emily, I think your mother was a great mother." "Mr. Satan, did I kill my mother?" "No, she gave you life," a soft kiss landed on her forehead, Mr. Satan's warm voice murmured in her ear, "Emily, I actually envy you. Your mother was willing to give up everything, even her life, for you. She was a great woman." Emily clutched his shirt tightly, her knuckles turning white. "Mr. Satan, when I give birth... will I die like my mother?" "Of course not, because I'm not like Logan Morgan. I'll be there with you when you are in the delivery room. And I will take care of our children together, for the rest of our lives." Emily finally sobbed, "I have nothing now, I only have you." "You still have our baby, and we'll have more children in the future. Losing an irresponsible father isn't terrifying; some things are destined to be lost, and losing them isn't necessarily a bad thing." Back at the Hilton Hotel, Emily slept for a whole day. Perhaps due to extreme physical exhaustion, or perhaps because her long-held hopes had finally been shattered to pieces, she hid herself in dreams, unwilling to wake up. She dreamed of her childhood. Her friends would joyfully leave school with their parents, but not her. Instead of having family waiting for her, she had to go to Sophia's school to pick her up and then head home together. Her father and uncle worked hard to make a living, so she had to take care of Sophia, carrying burdens far beyond her years. The life of the poor often carried much helplessness. Her father and uncle worked tirelessly, but their earnings were only enough to cover the cost of one person's field trip. She volunteered not to go and give Sophia the opportunity instead. She remembered that day vividly; she had cooked several eggs for Sophia to take along, only for Sophia to throw them directly into the trash. Sophia said that everyone brought milk and bread, while she only brought eggs, which embarrassed her in front of her classmates. Sophia didn't know that those eggs were ones Emily couldn't bear to eat. What else was there? Ah, yes, there was that fall of university applications. She had received many offers from top universities because of her excellent grades, and her teachers congratulated her. However, a few days later, she tore the offers into pieces in front of astonished classmates and teachers, then started working part-time to earn money. She had done all sorts of jobs, from restaurant to cafes to supermarkets. She even handed out flyers. During the summer, she wore thick, heavy cartoon character costumes to attract customers in front of shops, barely drinking any water throughout the day, nearly collapsing from exhaustion, yet earning only $40. Late at night, she would fantasize: would her biological father appear before her and lead her out of this hopeless life? But fantasies remained fantasies. She had endured over twenty years of such hardships and had grown accustomed to it. If life continued like this, she would accept her fate. But her father had finally appeared. Her father stood before her, drawing a clear boundary with cold words. Mr. Satan was right; not every parent deserved love in this world. Ring, ring— A phone call finally woke her from the deep nightmare. It was an unfamiliar number. She answered, "Hello?" "Hello, is this William's daughter?" "Yes, it is. Has something happened to him?" "He's awake now and wants to see you. If you're available, please come over!" Her father... awake?! Emily exclaimed joyfully, "Alright, I'll come right now!" Hurriedly changing clothes, when she arrived at the hospital, Bert was already waiting at the elevator. His face was filled with excited happiness. "Emily! Your father woke up! The doctor called it a miracle!" Emily's legs were so weak she could barely stand. "That's wonderful. I need to see him..." "You're so happy you can't even stand. Let me help you..." Her father's room was at the end of the corridor, where it was quiet enough for him to rest. She had never realized how long this corridor was; it seemed endless for her to walk today.