"Sophia, go back to your room. I need to make a call." Sophia nodded. "Are you calling Mandy?" "And Emma," Grace said. "Don’t forget, Emily is pregnant with Vincent’s child. That’s her biggest leverage. If we want to completely bring down Emily, this child must not survive." ... Emily stayed in the attic for an entire day. Logan’s anger had not subsided. He kept throwing things around, making loud noises. Occasionally, she could hear him talking with Grace, but Grace’s voice was so low that Emily couldn’t make out their conversation. But she knew they wouldn’t be saying anything pleasant. Emily was also feeling chaotic inside, unable to concentrate on the book in her hands. Her mother had passed away early, leaving hardly anything behind. Apart from some clothes, everything else had been cremated. There were no items at home connected to her mother. Over the years, her impression of her mother was only from a single photograph. Her mother looked very much like her. In the photo, her mother was smiling sweetly. Emily never thought Logan would have her mother’s belongings. Emily didn’t want to delve into why he kept Lisa’s things, but she knew it wasn’t out of love. And now his wife was Grace. Wherever Lisa’s belongings were kept, it was all up to Grace. Emily longed to retrieve her mother’s belongings more than ever. If it meant getting those items back, she could endure some suffering. Logan cared about his image, which meant he was timid. He was particularly afraid of any negative rumors circulating about him that could damage his reputation. Because of this, Logan wouldn’t let Emily starve to death. Logan was very angry this time because Emily disrupted his plans and made him feel his authority was undermined.Emily wasn’t hungry; she continued reading. After a day, Emily hadn’t drunk a single drop of water. She miscalculated her body’s endurance. She was pregnant, and while she could go without food, her baby still needed nutrients. She felt dizzy. Her phone rang. She reached for her phone but missed and fell to the floor, feeling darkness close in around her. Suddenly, a small head peeked out from the balcony. Emily frowned. "Herry?" Herry’s scars had begun to heal and peel, revealing new skin. His face still showed some marks but looked much better than before. He placed a food box in front of Emily. "You must be hungry. Eat something." Emily was surprised. The food box was still hot, with steam rising from it. "You ordered takeout?" Herry nodded and looked around the room. "You cooked for me before. I can’t just watch you starve." Emily sighed. She was really hungry. She opened the box, finding a steaming pizza inside, emitting a tempting aroma. Emily quickly finished a pizza. "Why doesn’t your boyfriend care about you? You haven’t eaten all day. Doesn’t he know?" Emily glanced at him. "He plans to take me away from here." Herry’s expression suddenly tensed. "Are you going to leave with him? Will you come back?" Emily frowned. "Why are you so nervous?" "I’m not nervous! I just think… if you stay here, I’ll have someone to cook for me. Don’t think I really see you as a sister. I don’t." Emily laughed softly. Herry was still a child, not very good at lying. "Don’t worry, I’m not leaving yet. There are things I want to get and answers I need. Until I accomplish that, I’ll stay here no matter what." Herry didn’t understand but didn’t want to think about it. He waved his hand. "I heard my mom talking to my sister. Did you do something to cause trouble for my dad?" Trouble? Emily didn’t agree. Herry assumed she had admitted it. "My dad cares most about his reputation. You should know that!… Anyway, while you’re grounded, I’ll bring you food. Don’t worry." After saying that, Herry blushed slightly. Emily looked at him and burst into laughter. Embarrassed, Herry said quickly, "Alright, that’s it. Focus on your book. I’m leaving." With that, he left as quickly as he came, jumping back to his room from the balcony. Ten minutes later, he knocked on Emily’s window and whispered, "Give me the empty food box after you finish. I’ll tell my parents I ate it." Emily handed him the empty box. Herry took it and quickly closed the window. Everything returned to how it was. Except for the lingering smell of pizza in the air. Emily went to the window to open it and let out the smell, but she saw a familiar car and a familiar person. He was holding his phone, pressing some buttons, and then putting it to his ear. In a few seconds, Emily’s phone rang. She answered, "Hello?" "Have you thought it through?" Emily paused, then nodded. "Mr. Satan, I want to stay here."Mr. Satan wasn’t surprised, but his tone was tinged with concern. "Emily, I should have met you sooner." Emily chuckled. "It is arranged by God. We can’t change that." Mr. Satan didn’t respond. Only he knew that he had a chance to change everything. If the tragedy hadn’t happened twenty-five years ago, if his fate hadn’t shifted, he would have been the one marrying her… "Emily." "Hmm?" "Are you okay? Is our baby okay?" Emily smiled. "I’m fine. The baby is behaving." "Five more months." "What?" "In five months, our first child will come into this world," Mr. Satan said. "Before that, I will settle everything and give you and the baby a home." "…Alright." "Emily…" "Yes, I’m here." Mr. Satan’s breath quickened. "I love you."