Emily smiled faintly. "He was sentenced to two years, but with a two-year probation. He might not even have to serve time in prison." "What?" Olivia was puzzled. "Doesn't that mean he goes to prison after two years?" "Olivia," Emily explained, "Nathan isn’t facing karma. He messed with the wrong person." Olivia scooted closer, sitting beside her. "Who? You?" "No, his brother," Emily turned to Olivia. "His biological brother." Emily vividly remembered the conversation from that day. Mr. Satan had always been straightforward, even when revealing his secret. When Mr. Satan was five, he wasn’t a victim of an accidental fire; it was arson. He watched as his mother spread alcohol throughout the room and then Nathan pushed him into the bedroom, locking the door from the outside. He thought his mother and brother were playing hide-and-seek. He counted to a hundred before trying to find them. But the door wouldn’t budge, and the room was empty. His mother had taken Nathan to safety, standing on the lawn outside, watching the house engulfed in flames. Once the fire had almost consumed everything, she carried Nathan upstairs and staged a “heroic escape,” claiming it was an accidental fire. She only had time to save Nathan. What about her other son? Who knew? Maybe he had already burned to ashes in the fire. But did it matter? Her husband had left two sons. Simon was born from her husband's affair with another woman, whereas Nathan was Carol’s child. To cover the scandal, the grandfather declared both boys were Carol’s, and even Simon believed Carol was his mother. Unfortunately, in his mother and brother’s eyes, he was just a nuisance vying for inheritance. A wicked fire killed a five-year-old child, leaving Nathan as the sole heir of the Reed family. The grandfather suspected Carol and Nathan’s involvement but chose silence. He had only one grandson left.So, he stayed silent, condoning Carol and Nathan’s actions. The fire was deemed an accident. Nathan grew up, and the grandfather aged, gradually transferring company power to Nathan, only to discover Nathan had infertility issues. Desperate, the grandfather met Emily, who he believed could care for Nathan and keep the family secrets. Satisfied with her, he had Nathan marry Emily before passing away. All Reed family assets then fell into Carol and Nathan’s hands. What they didn’t expect was that the poor five-year-old boy had crawled out of the ventilation shaft, wandering the streets for two months. His burned face festered, leaving a terrible scar. Alex Norman, a kind man, took Simon in, teaching him to read and the ways of business. Having faced death, Simon became resilient, learning faster than his peers. Later, Mandy married Alex. She resented Simon as an outsider. Meggie took him in and gave him a new name—Vincent. Thus, Simon died in that fire at five, and Vincent was born, masked and reborn. This story was simple. In wealthy families, disputes and darkness abound, all for money. Mr. Satan revealed this truth calmly. "I intended to tell you everything in two days, Emily. This time, I have no secrets." Emily looked at herself in the rearview mirror and closed her eyes. She had long awaited the day the secret would be revealed, but she hadn’t expected it to be in such a casual setting—by a busy roadside, in a cramped car. She knew two truths but wasn’t as happy as she had imagined. One truth was too cruel, and the other too absurd. She wanted to open the car door and leave, but Mr. Satan grabbed her wrist. "Emily, our wedding is soon." "You still want to marry me?" "Of course," Mr. Satan affirmed. Emily gently withdrew her arm. "I’m sorry, but please give me some time to think." This time, Mr. Satan didn’t force her to stay. He knew the truth was hard for Emily to accept.Emily didn’t look back, taking a cab directly to Starlight Entertainment, where Olivia anxiously waited. Seeing her, Olivia ran over and hugged her. "Emily—" Emily let her hug her, sniffing. "Olivia, can you take me in again?" "What?" Olivia blinked. "What happened? Did you fight with Mr. Satan?" Emily shook her head. "We didn’t fight. I just have nowhere to go." Olivia said, "Men are liars. Friends are the most reliable." Emily didn’t respond and went to Olivia’s place. Unable to resist snacks, Olivia took a chocolate stick from Emily. "Emily, I think Mr. Satan truly cares for you. If you reject him because he’s Simon Reed, it’s unfair. I’m not defending him; I just think he genuinely likes you." "He likes me?" Emily smiled faintly. "Maybe." "Ugh," Olivia scratched her head, frustrated. "How did you end up involved with Reed men twice…" Emily gently stroked her belly, thinking: Not only that, but she was also pregnant with a Reed child. Ring— Emily’s phone rang. Olivia picked it up. "…It’s Mr. Satan. Do you want to answer?" Emily said, "You answer for me." "Okay, I’ll see what he says," Olivia answered the call. "Hello? Mr. Satan, Emily’s in the bathroom. I answered for her. You can tell me, and I’ll relay it to her." Quickly, Olivia’s expression turned serious.