Emily was furious. What was Nathan trying to do? Had he bought a lot of phone cards? She refused to answer the calls, but the phone kept ringing with new numbers. Unable to bear it any longer, Emily answered the phone, shouting angrily, "Will you ever stop? I told you, unless it's about the divorce, don't call me again!!!" There was no response for several seconds. "Nathan called you again?" That voice… Emily was startled. "Mr. Satan?" "Hmm, did you think I was Nathan?" Emily closed her eyes briefly. "Sorry, Nathan called me from an unknown number, and I thought it was him again... Why are you using a new number? Did you change your number?" "No, this is my other number," Mr. Satan said. "Only my parents, brother, sister, and grandmother know this number." Emily understood, but she still felt a bit uneasy. "So the number you've been using to contact me... was it specifically for me?" "Yes." Mr. Satan didn't deny it. "The situation was complicated back then. I couldn't tell you my identity in time. I apologize." "Wait, I remember you said that number was also your private number. If this one is too, then with a work phone, you have three numbers?" Mr. Satan smiled slightly. "I usually let Dylan handle my work phone. He takes the calls and reports to me." Emily didn't know what to say. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she traced the patterns on the bedspread with her fingers, feeling somewhat sulky. "Everyone in New York thinks you're going to marry Sophia now." "Are you jealous?"Emily was angry. "I'm not jealous, I just feel really uncomfortable." Mr. Satan chuckled happily this time. "Emily, I like your jealousy." "Hey…" "Alright, alright, it's my fault. Don't be upset, okay?" Emily puffed out her cheeks, still feeling a bit blocked in her heart. "So what do you plan to do now? Grace and your mother are already friends. They talk on the phone every night. They seem to be becoming family…" "Grace's efforts are futile. In my family, my grandmother has the final say on marriage," Mr. Satan said. "I've already told my grandmother about our love. In a few days, she will send a driver to pick you up. She wants to meet you." Emily felt a bit nervous. "So soon?" "Yes, the sooner, the better," Mr. Satan said. "Sophia has already lost the baby. If we delay further, they might come up with new plans. We need to let my grandmother know the truth quickly." Emily suddenly became curious. "The man who was having s.ex with Sophia in the garden, the one impersonating you, who is he?" "He…" Mr. Satan didn't answer directly. Emily had her own guess. The guests at Norman's banquet that day all brought their daughters, no one brought a son, so that man should be from the Norman family. "Is he your cousin?" "No," Mr. Satan replied. "If I remember correctly, our gardener has a son studying in Europe. He graduated this year. I heard he came to visit his father a few days ago, so he's staying at my house." Emily: "…" "Emily, why aren't you saying anything?" Emily lay down on the bed. "Your gardener is so wealthy... his son can study in Europe." Mr. Satan laughed. "My father is a generous man. This gardener has served my family for 30 years. My father appreciates his long service, so he covered his son's tuition. The gardener didn't spend much money. But it seems his son didn't learn much good in Europe, only how to lie and seduce women." Hearing this, Emily sighed. "Mr. Satan, where are you now?""I'm at home, why?" "I want to see you." "Okay," Mr. Satan sensed the tremble in her voice and reassured her. "I'll come to you right now. Wait for me." Half an hour later, she saw the familiar black SUV from her window. She practically flew downstairs and into his familiar embrace. Mr. Satan lifted her, gently kissing her forehead. "You missed me that much?" Emily clung to his neck, burying herself in his arms. "Yes, I missed you a lot." "What's wrong?" Grace and Sophia had no time to pay attention to her now. Emily felt relieved, tightly hugging Mr. Satan, soaking in his warmth and love. His voice and scent made her feel safe. "Mr. Satan…" "Hmm, I'm here." "I'm a little scared." Mr. Satan carried her to the back seat of the car, sitting her on his lap, and locked the doors. "Now it's just the two of us. Can you tell me what you're afraid of?" Emily licked her lips and snuggled closer to him. "I just saw Sophia having a miscarriage. There was so much blood on the floor." Mr. Satan already knew about this; his people had informed him. But hearing Emily say it herself made him worry. "Did Carol cause her miscarriage?" Emily shook her head. "It's not entirely Carol's fault. Grace and Sophia didn't want anyone to know about the pregnancy, especially not your parents, so they used Carol to get rid of the baby. They threatened Carol not to speak out, or they would call the police and the media, ruining Reed Group's reputation. Carol didn't dare take the risk, so she agreed." Emily recounted what had happened, her voice getting softer. "I just feel life is so fragile. A child's life is even more fragile. I'm afraid that one day, if we're not careful, our baby might also…""It won't happen," Mr. Satan kissed her. "Our child will be born safely, grow up healthy and happy. I promise you with my life."