"Sophia has been in her room the whole time. How could she have poisoned you?" Grace sneered. "She may not be as smart as you, but you don't have to be so malicious in suspecting her." Emily suddenly smiled. "In that case, why don't you try a bite? Do you dare?" Grace's hand holding the bowl trembled slightly. "You don't dare either, do you?" Emily walked to the door and made a "please" gesture. "Go wash the dishes. I'm going to sleep." Grace stared at her for a few seconds, then turned and left. Emily closed the door behind her and locked it, then pushed the desk against the door to ensure her safety. Her phone beeped twice with an incoming text message. She opened it. [Nonsense! That black truffle was airlifted from France, top quality! You're such a country bumpkin!] The message was from Sophia, who lived in the room next to hers. Emily chuckled softly. Sophia was truly foolish. Emily had tried to get information, but Grace had been tight-lipped about the origin of the black truffle, whereas Sophia had spilled the beans directly. After she had mentioned wanting to eat black truffle, Emily had texted Sophia: [I heard your mom got you some great black truffle. Now that I'm here, let me evaluate it. It might turn out to be low-quality stuff.] This message had hit Sophia's sore spot directly. Hating Emily for taking everything from her, Sophia had vented her anger and told her everything in a fit of rage. She hadn't dared to call and scold her directly, only responding via text. This worked out well; Grace would remain unaware of the foolish things her daughter had done. Emily dialed Mr. Satan's number. "That gynecologist Emma Green is probably in France." "Alright, I'll have someone check it out immediately."Mr. Satan worked quickly. By the next morning, he had results. "Yes, Emma Green is indeed in France. When the tape of her taking the bribe was discovered, Olivia handed the video to the dean, and Emma was fired from the hospital. After leaving the hospital, she went to Hong Kong, then transferred to France. She's currently working in a private clinic there. My people are monitoring her every move. But we don't have solid evidence yet that Grace is connected to your mother's death, so I suggest not letting her know she's being watched for now." Emily agreed with this approach. Now that she was living in the Morgan household, spending every day with Logan, Grace, and that fool Sophia, uncovering the truth was just a matter of time. "Mr. Satan..." "Yes?" "Thank you." "No need to thank me. Just take good care of yourself, and I'll be at ease." Emily felt a pang of guilt. She touched her belly and sighed. "I'll take good care of myself and our baby. Mr. Satan, I know my decision was impulsive. But my mother died so tragically; I have to avenge her..." "I understand," Mr. Satan's voice was gentle and comforting. "I told you before, I won't interfere with your decisions or stop you from doing anything. Do whatever you want, and I'll support you. I only have one request: I don't want to see you or the baby get hurt. Grace is tough, and you're living in her house. My people can only guard outside. I'm... really worried." Emily was surprised. "Your people... are outside the Morgan house?" "Yes," Mr. Satan said. "You're pregnant. If anything happens, they can rush in to rescue you. Emily, don't worry about these things. Leave it all to me." Emily responded softly, "Alright." "It's late; you should get some rest, okay?" "Okay," Emily said, then asked, "You too, get some sleep." Mr. Satan chuckled bitterly. "Room 2307 is empty without you. I'm so lonely and can't sleep well. I'd rather stay by your side." Emily, surprised, walked to the window and pushed it open. Sure enough, she saw a black car parked not far from the villa. The night was too dark to see the make of the car, but it looked like an SUV under the streetlight. Under the light, a tall man stood, his shadow stretched long by the streetlamp. He was really there! He was truly watching over her... "Can you see me?" Mr. Satan waved at her. "Yes, I see you," Emily clutched her phone tightly. "Have you been here all night? You need to rest, or you'll get sick..." "No worries, I've quietly watched over you for over ten years. I'm used to it, Emily," Mr. Satan's voice was filled with longing, touching her deeply. "Goodnight." Emily didn't reply immediately. "Emily?" "Yes," she murmured softly. "Goodnight." "Get some sleep." "Mr. Satan..." "Yes?" "You're... not wearing your mask?" Though the distance was great, Emily could tell. His mask was white and would reflect light under the streetlamp, but there was no reflection now. He was hidden in the light, his face mask-free. "No," Mr. Satan said. "I'm not wearing my mask tonight." Emily suddenly felt her heart race, biting her lip as her breathing quickened. "Emily," Mr. Satan said, "you'll see my real face soon." That night, Emily couldn't sleep. She left her curtains open and turned off the lights. The streetlight's glow spilled into her room, casting a layer of light on the floor by the window. In the early hours of the morning, before dawn, she got up and stood by the window again.Under the streetlight, he leaned against the car door, looking up at her window. Seeing her silhouette appear, he seemed surprised and quickly stood up straight. Her phone rang. "Hello?" "Emily, are you having trouble sleeping in a new place?" She couldn't sleep. It's not because of the new place, but because of him.