In the hospital. Dylan's injuries were more severe and he was taken for further examination. The doctor disinfected Mr. Satan's wounds, and bandaged them. "...Luckily, your wounds aren't too deep. Keep them dry for the next seven days." "Hmm," Mr. Satan stood up to leave. "Thank you." The doctor sighed. "Sir, our hospital has an excellent plastic surgery department. There are many ways to remove the scars on your face. You don't need to wear a mask all the time—it must be quite inconvenient for your daily life..." Mr. Satan had heard this many times. Every time he visited the hospital, doctors would say the same thing. But he always refused. As a child, he thought the scar should serve as a reminder of the painful past and the betrayal he had endured. Even up until today, he felt the same. But now... "Doctor, is there a way to restore my original appearance?" The doctor pondered for a moment. "The best method is skin grafting. That would yield the best results." "How long would that take?" The doctor replied, "The process is lengthy. We need to first cultivate skin from a small sample taken from another part of your body, then graft it onto the scarred area. This would take four to six months. Additionally, post-surgery medication is necessary to prevent keloid formation, which further prolongs the recovery time." After listening to the doctor, Mr. Satan had already dismissed this option. "Is there a quicker method?" The doctor shook his head. "Currently, there isn't a faster and more effective method. This is the best we have." Mr. Satan smiled faintly and shook his head. "Thank you, doctor. I don't have that much time right now." The doctor nodded in understanding. "I see. Young people are often busy with work. You can come back for treatment when you have more time." Meanwhile, Dylan returned. His condition was much worse than Mr. Satan's. The steering wheel had compressed his chest during the crash, causing him to cough painfully with each breath. Mr. Satan asked, "How are you?" Dylan grinned. "I'll be fine. My internal organs are unharmed. I just have some fractures. I need some rest." "Hmm," Mr. Satan said. "The company will compensate you." Mr. Satan was always generous to his people, and Dylan didn't refuse. "Dylan, inform the company. Starting today, I want the Reed Group bankrupt within three days, no matter the cost." Dylan gasped. "Three days?" "Yes, just three days," Mr. Satan confirmed. "I promised Emily a timeline, and I can't break my word to her." "But... the Reed Group is a large corporation. Bankrupting it in three days isn't easy." Mr. Satan lowered his eyes and put his mask back on, his tone indifferent. "Can it be done in three days?" Dylan gritted his teeth. "It can be done. With our current resources, it is possible. However, this approach will also harm us significantly. There are other methods..." "I can't wait," Mr. Satan said. "Do it as planned. You're in charge." Dylan knew Mr. Satan's character well enough to understand that once he decided, he wouldn't change his mind. He nodded. "Alright, I'll handle it immediately." As they left the hospital, Dylan drove back to the company while Mr. Satan headed to the Norman house. Meggie was reading the Bible. Seeing him return, Meggie was delighted. "Why are you back?" Mr. Satan walked up and supported Meggie. "I came to see you. Aren't you happy?" "Of course I am! I'm always happy when you come to see me. But where's Emily?""Emily... she has something to take care of." "Oh," Meggie's face fell slightly. "You need to take good care of Emily. She's been through so much. It breaks my heart." Mr. Satan nodded lightly. Meggie patted his hand. "If Emily needs help, you must assist her. I don't care if you come to see me or not. I just want you both to be happy." "I understand, Grandma." Meggie sat down by the bed and sighed softly. "Now, tell me, what brought you here?" Mr. Satan sat on the sofa opposite her. "Nothing." "Don't lie to me. I raised you. I can see through you. Tell me, what do you need me to do?" Mr. Satan smiled bitterly. "I can't hide anything from you, Grandma." "Is it about the Reed family?" "Yes," Mr. Satan said. "I don't want the Reed Group anymore." "Why did you change your mind suddenly?" Meggie asked. "Are you short on money? Just tell me how much you need, and I'll give it to you." Mr. Satan chuckled. "It's not about the money. Grandma, I just don't want to give them money and make them happy." Meggie suddenly understood. "You want to destroy them completely?" "I don't want them to live well," Mr. Satan said. "I consulted with lawyers, and it's impossible to reclaim my shares through legal means, so I intend to destroy everything. Carol, Nathan, and the Reed Group. I want them all ruined." Meggie didn't respond immediately. "Are you sure about this?" Mr. Satan paused, then nodded firmly. "I don't want my future with Emily to be affected by them in any way. They'll pay any price." "If you've made up your mind, I'll do everything I can to help," Meggie said softly. "Tell me, what do you need me to do?" "It's simple," Mr. Satan said. "I need you to lend them some money."Meggie frowned. "Lend them money?" "Yes," Mr. Satan confirmed. "As their company takes a hit, Nathan will definitely try to borrow money to recover. Once the Reed Group collapses, he won't be able to repay the debt. Then you can take him to court."