"Human emotions are the most complex and difficult to fathom. Loving someone and hating someone requires no reason. A moment, a glance, even just a fantasy, can make someone remember for a lifetime. Bryden, you’re still young. I hope you understand that some things are predestined, unavoidable." Meggie's words sounded philosophical, leaving Bryden momentarily confused. Had she already seen through his feelings for Emily? But looking at her calm demeanor, it didn't seem like it. "Grandma, I don’t quite understand." "It’s okay, you're still young. It's normal not to understand," Meggie sighed. "Bella mentioned that you took Emily back today?" Bryden nodded honestly. "Yes." "You must have noticed something, right? Did Emily have a fight with Vincent?" "…I'm not entirely sure, but Emily didn’t seem quite herself. I think it has something to do with Vincent." Meggie's gaze shifted to the photo. "I thought so too. Vincent didn't accompany her today. They must have had some issues. What do you want to know?" "Grandma, I wanted to ask, when Dad found him, was it at the Hilton Hotel?" "Yes," Meggie confirmed. "He had just survived a fire and was rescued by a man. That person was a security guard at the Hilton Hotel. He didn't have money to take your brother to the hospital, so he brought him back to the hotel and asked friends to help treat his wounds. Later, your father saw him and, learning about his background, brought him home." Meggie continued, "It's all fate, an arrangement by God. Since he came to our family, we should have raised him well. Vincent has not disappointed us and has become quite outstanding." Bryden nodded in agreement. "Today, Emily told me that Vincent lives at the Hilton Hotel." "Really?" Meggie smiled warmly. "He is indeed a sentimental person." "Grandma, I don’t understand. Vincent is such a good person, and Emily is also wonderful. Why would they argue? They both deserve the best." Meggie paused, closing her eyes briefly. "Good things take time. Both of them have suffered, but feelings need to be tested. No one starts with a happy ending." "What other hardships do they have to go through?"Meggie half-seriously, half-jokingly said, "Probably the trials of romantic entanglements." ... This winter, detective movies were especially popular. Many films had thrills, suspense, and even comedic parts that made the audience laugh. The entire audience was captivated, their emotions driven by the plot, except for Mr. Satan, who was thoroughly annoyed. The woman beside him, wearing expensive high heels, hurried a few steps to catch up, clinging to his arm and pouting, "Why are you walking so fast? Can’t you wait for me?" Mr. Satan's patience had reached its limit. "Is it over now? Can we end this?" "No, I haven’t said it’s over," the woman playfully pouted, sticking out her tongue. "Simon, I’ve been with you for four years. You can’t be so heartless." "I remember when you left, you asked for fifty million as a breakup fee." The woman pouted, "Fifty million? That’s nothing to you. Besides, I spent my best four years as a substitute. Asking for fifty million isn't too much, is it?" "What do you want?" Mr. Satan shook her hand off coldly. "You can have money. Name a price, and destroy the recording." The woman raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I don’t want money. I just want you to date me." "Enough!" Mr. Satan snapped. "I don’t have time for your nonsense. You took my phone during the movie, didn’t you? Give it back." "No!" The woman's expression changed. "I won’t give you your phone or that recording. Simon, I’ve been with you for four years! From the moment Emily married your brother until they divorced, I know everything. From the start, I knew you chose me because I look like Emily. You paid me and treated me as her substitute! Now that she’s divorced and back, you want to kick me out? Yes, I’m a substitute, but I have feelings too! I’ve fallen in love with you long ago..." "Penelope," Mr. Satan interrupted her. "Since you understand what’s going on, I won't waste words. Yes, I was heartbroken when Emily married Nathan. I used you as a substitute. But in these four years, we haven’t slept together. You continued your job and life without interference from me. I even helped you through difficulties." "But you don’t understand what your help means to me! You helped me because of Emily, and you’re leaving me because of Emily! We look so alike, she’s not even as refined as I am, so why do you love her?" "No reason," Mr. Satan said. "Penelope, out of respect for your face, I don’t want to be too harsh. Give me the phone, delete the recording, and I’ll give you a sum of money. After that, we have no relationship." Penelope laughed bitterly. "What if I don’t? You know the consequences if Emily hears this recording." "Name your conditions." "I want you to date me for six months, like real boyfriend and girlfriend, love me like you loved Emily." "Impossible." "Then at least until she has her baby. After that, we can end it." "Penelope, I think you misunderstood," Mr. Satan's expression turned dark. "I am not a good negotiation partner. Those who tried negotiating with me are now bankrupt or in jail, without exception."