Emily was truly surprised. The middle-aged woman they had just encountered was known in the neighborhood as a "big mouth." Whenever something happened, she was always the first to spread all kinds of rumors. When Emily's mother, Lisa, became pregnant out of wedlock, it was this woman who made it widely known, causing quite a scandal. Because of this, Bert had a big fight with her. Mr. Satan knew even about this woman? Sensing her astonished gaze, Mr. Satan squeezed her hand. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Emily hesitated, "Are you sure you weren't my classmate?" "I'm four years older than you, so I can't be your classmate." Yes, they had a four-year age difference. When she was applying for middle school, he would have already been in college. But his familiarity with her and everything around her was still shocking to Emily. She had carefully searched her memories for any males who had appeared in her life, but none of them matched Mr. Satan. "I told you, I've been silently watching you. It's normal you didn't notice me." Emily nodded, saying no more. There were too many mysteries about him that couldn't be unraveled all at once. Only when he finished his personal business, could everything be revealed. "Emily, there are only two beds here. Did you and Sophia share one?" Mr. Satan pointed to one of the small beds. Emily nodded, "Yes. We used to sleep in one bed when we were young girls. Later, when she went to college, I slept alone, but soon after, I moved to the Reed house." William had a sudden heart attack had left the house in hurry, so it keeps its original condition, somewhat messy state. Emily pulled out a metal box from under the bed and opened it.On top was a thick stack of papers. Emily paid no attention to them, setting them aside casually as she began her search. These were her certificates of achievement and report cards. Mr. Satan picked up the papers and leafed through them. Emily's grades had always been excellent. She had a talent for languages and had won a first prize in a physics competition. Each paper was a testament to her outstanding achievements. "These are useless," Emily said, finding her mother's medical records. She turned to see Mr. Satan engrossed in her report cards. "They're just waste paper now, meaningless." Mr. Satan neatly organized the report cards and set them aside, looking up at her. "These are meaningful. Anything related to you is meaningful. Did you find your mother's records?" Emily handed him the medical record book. The cover indeed bore the "St. Mary's Hospital" emblem. It was almost entirely blank, with only one page filled. [Lisa Carter, 21, died from hypovolemic shock due to severe bleeding during childbirth. Attending physician: Emma Green.] A simple sentence marked the end of a life. Mr. Satan embraced her. "It seems Emma Green is definitely involved. I will investigate thoroughly." "No need to investigate." Although there was no direct evidence, the facts were laid out before them. The conclusion didn't need further proof. Emily said, "Mr. Satan, I want revenge." "Alright." "I can't forget my mother's death, and my four years of suffering. I want Grace and Sophia to pay back a hundredfold!" "Alright." Emily was trembling with anger. Mr. Satan held her tight. "Do whatever you want. Don't worry, I'm here.""Mr. Satan." "Yes?" "I..." "I know what you want to say," Mr. Satan kissed the top of her head gently. "From the first time we met, I told you I would help you get your revenge." Emily shook her head. "I want to get justice for my mother with my own strength. I don't want to rely on you for everything." Mr. Satan was a bit worried, "What do you plan to do?" "I want to move into the Morgan house," Emily said, lifting her chin, her mind made up. "Grace and Sophia are hateful, but Logan Morgan abandoned my mother. I want him to pay for what he did." When she left the house, Emily took a pair of earrings that had belonged to her mother. They were the only jewelry her mother owned, and the only keepsake left to her. The earrings were simple pearls hanging from delicate silver chains. Though they looked old, they were still beautiful. Emily also took a photo of her mother. In the photo, her mother wore a green dress and a braid, with those pearl earrings on her ears. She stood in front of a willow tree, smiling beautifully. "You look a lot like your mother," Mr. Satan said. From a young age, her uncle and the neighbors had always said that she resembled her mother greatly. "But your mother, though she is smiling, seems to have something on her mind," Mr. Satan said. "I remember when I first saw you, you smiled very brightly, like the sun." Emily asked, "When was the first time you saw me?" "When you were in middle school," he said. "I had just come out of a dark period. I was planning to end my life, but then I saw you. Emily, you probably don't know this, but if it weren't for you, I might not be here today. You gave me the courage to live." Emily bit her lip, turning to him. "When I was in middle school... you must have been an adult by then, right?""I had already graduated from college." "What?" "I entered college at fifteen," Mr. Satan said. "To many, I was a genius, but only I knew how painful my life was from the age of five to nineteen. I couldn't find a reason to live."