Emily's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes. Everything was dark around her, with only a small light on the car roof. The dim light cast a shadow over half her face, making her look even more pale and haggard. Jackson frowned and softened his voice, “Emily…” “Thank you, Jackson,” Emily forced a smile. “Whatever the truth is, I can accept it. My mother can’t just die in vain. I’ve been her daughter for twenty-seven years, and I’ve never done anything for her.” Jackson sighed, “Don’t be sad, Emily. This isn’t your fault. You don’t know the grudges of the previous generation, so why punish yourself for their mistakes?” “I’m not sad,” Emily turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and Jackson wanted to pull her into his arms, but his rational mind told him he couldn’t. She was already engaged to another man, carrying his child, and had a bright future ahead. He couldn’t ruin it for his own selfish reasons. “I’m angry,” Emily said. Her biological father had taken her mother’s life. How could she not be angry? Her phone rang, breaking the silence of the parking lot. “Is it him?” Jackson asked. Emily nodded, seeing Mr. Satan’s name on the screen. “Emily, can you not answer it just yet?” Emily looked at him, puzzled. Jackson said, “Wait until I’m gone to answer it. Don’t let me see your affectionate moments. It’s too cruel.” Emily’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Jackson…” “Come on, don’t give me that pitying look. I’m not some stray dog. I’m young and rich; I’m not pitiful at all. Once I forget about you, there will be plenty of girls interested in me.” He leaned forward to unbuckle her seatbelt, then opened the car door, pretending to be light-hearted, “Get out of the car.”Emily hesitated. “What? Can’t bear to leave me?” Jackson joked. Emily opened the car door and got out. Jackson rolled down the window, now wearing sunglasses. “Go on, get back to him. I’ve checked him out; he’s not like Nathan. He’s a reliable guy. I can accept losing to him. But Emily, we’re still friends. If you ever need help, just call me.” Emily felt warmth in her heart and sincerely said, “Thank you.” “Alright, I’m off.” The bright yellow car roared to life and sped out of the underground parking lot, not wanting to stay a moment longer. Emily watched until the red taillights disappeared from view before slowly exhaling. There was something she hadn’t asked, and maybe she never would. It was late at night, and the parking lot was dark. Why was he wearing sunglasses? Was it to look cool, or to hide something? Jackson was right. The truth could be painful, and sometimes it was better not to seek it. Emily couldn’t respond to Jackson’s feelings. Asking more would only give him false hope. Silence was better. Her phone was still ringing. Mr. Satan was patient, waiting for her to answer. Emily took a deep breath and answered, “Hello?” “Emily.” “Yeah,” Emily replied softly. “Are you back? Are you in room 2307?” Mr. Satan’s voice was deep, “I’m right behind you.” Emily stopped and turned around— She saw Mr. Satan stepping out of a black car nearby. He walked over slowly and gently wrapped her in his arms. “Emily, I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you today.”He smelled faintly of mint. Emily leaned against his broad shoulder and sniffled, “Were you dealing with your matters?” “...Yes.” “So…” Emily looked up, “Did you finish?” “Ninety-nine percent,” Mr. Satan said. “As a businessman, it’s easy to treat things as business. Emotions are the hardest.” Emily wrapped her arms around his waist, “What you were dealing with involved emotions?” “Yes.” Emily felt a pang of sadness, “I know it’s not mature, but I have to ask. Does it involve another woman?” Mr. Satan was silent for a moment, then confirmed, “Yes, it involves a woman.” “You can’t tell me now?” “No.” “How many more days?” “Three at most,” Mr. Satan held her tighter and kissed the top of her head. “Emily, we agreed on a week. There are three days left. Once I handle the last one percent, I’ll tell you everything.” Emily nodded and nestled back into his embrace. “Emily, are you feeling any discomfort?” Emily frowned slightly, feeling a bit aggrieved, “My hand hurts a little.” Mr. Satan saw the wound on her right hand. It wasn’t deep, but a large patch of skin was scraped off, looking frightening. “I’ll take you to the hospital to treat it.” Emily stopped him, “No need, it’s just a small wound. Some alcohol to disinfect it and it’ll be fine in a few days. No need to make a big deal out of it.” Mr. Satan was still worried, his warm hand resting on her belly, “How’s the baby?” “Fine,” Emily said. “I was very emotional today, so my belly hurt a bit. The baby is probably trying to comfort me in his own way.”Mr. Satan picked her up and held her closer, “Let’s go home.” Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and asked softly, “Don’t you need to go back to the Norman house today?” “I rarely go back there. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have gone back. My dad and grandma are used to it.” Emily asked, “Is your grandma’s health better?” “Much better. Her favorite grandson is getting married. In a few months, she’ll have a great-grandchild. She’s so happy her teeth nearly fell out.” Emily finally laughed, knowing Mr. Satan was trying to cheer her up. “Mr. Satan…” Mr. Satan stopped, “What did you forget? What should you call me?” Emily buried her face in his neck, her voice muffled, “Honey, I miss you so much.”