"But I just had surgery," Penelope smirked. "Simon, I just aborted a child. If you don’t agree, I'll tell Emily that this child was yours." Mr. Satan's fury exploded. "Penelope, are you crazy?" "I'm not crazy. I'm just an ordinary woman longing for love. What's wrong with that?" Penelope’s face was filled with deep sorrow as she continued, "Simon, you’re no different from your brother. Both of you abandoned a woman who stayed by your side for four years for another woman. Emily is just lucky. You've pined for her for so many years, waited for her even after she got married, and rushed to her side the moment she divorced. But did you ever think about me? Do you know how painful it was when you threw a check at me and told me to leave New York?" "My patience is limited, Penelope. I hope you understand that." Penelope sneered. "What are you going to do? Kill me?" "Penelope, I don't do illegal things." "Is that so?" Penelope continued to smile, but a tear hung from the corner of her eye. "Simon, or should I say Vincent, or perhaps Emily’s Mr. Satan…" She held a black phone in her hand. "The call I answered earlier wasn’t mine; it was for you…" Penelope's smile grew smug. "You’re very cautious. You don’t have Emily's name saved in your private phone ." Mr. Satan snatched the phone from her and checked the call history. Indeed, there was a received call from Emily's number, lasting thirteen seconds. She had called… And during that call, he had been telling Penelope to take care of herself after the surgery… Emily must have heard everything. His head hung low, his expression darkening further. "Penelope, I realize I've been too kind to you." Penelope, fearless, tilted her head and smiled at him. "But what can you do? Simon, I won't interfere with you and Emily. I just hope for six months—no, three months. I want to experience Emily's life too…" "Impossible."Penelope's face twisted in frustration. "…Are you really that heartless? Those four years…" "Those four years were just me doing a good deed. I helped a woman who was nearly driven to despair. If I hadn’t helped, you’d have been cornered by creditors. My good deed is done. I don’t expect anything in return, and we each live our own lives. If you interfere in mine, don’t blame me for being ruthless." Mr. Satan’s words carried a threat. "I can pull you out of the abyss and, of course, I can push you back in, and even fill the abyss with dirt so you never see the light of day." A crack appeared in Penelope's expression. "…Not even for three months?" "I think I told you. Emily and I are getting married next week. Our child will be born in three months. My life is too short to waste on irrelevant people." Mr. Satan said flatly, "I've said what I need to. If you don’t behave, I’ll make good on my words." The crowd in front of the cinema had dispersed, and the next movie was about to start. Penelope stood dazed at the cinema entrance for a long while. When she came to her senses, Mr. Satan had already left. Are all men so heartless? Nathan had kicked Emily out. Simon had left her here alone. Oh, she forgot, these two men were brothers after all. Initially, she didn’t know this secret. She thought the masked benefactor was just an ordinary young philanthropist. He pitied her and decided to help. Or perhaps she had hit the jackpot, and a wealthy, mysterious man had fallen in love with her. What young girl doesn’t dream to marry a rich man? She even wondered if the masked man was someone from her past—a top student from elementary school or a genius from high school who got into the Ivy League. But gradually, Penelope grew disappointed. The masked man seldom appeared. He had his assistant settle her in an ordinary apartment. He paid off her creditors and found her a decent job so she could restart her life. But he rarely came to see her.Until one night, he got drunk and banged on her door like a madman. She nervously opened the door, and he came in. When he saw her face, he only said one name: "…Emily…" Who was Emily? That name must belong to a woman. That night, the drunken man mistook her for Emily and told her many things. His real name was Simon, and he regretted not doing everything to stop her from marrying. He would wait forever… The masked man’s story was incoherent. Penelope pieced it together later. The heroine of the story was Emily, his lifelong love, who had married someone else. Maybe it started that night, a tall shadow in a white mask began haunting her mind. The truth wasn’t hard to find. Simon and Nathan’s relationship was evident, and Nathan’s ex-wife was named Emily. Emily. Maybe God was playing a joke on her. When she finally figured it all out, that night, she met the masked man’s assistant, Dylan. "Penelope, my boss asked me to give you this check. This money is enough for you to live on for the rest of your life, but his only request is that you leave New York." She had been so stunned by the check that she could only stupidly ask, "Why?" Why? Dylan’s answer hit her like a punch: "Because my boss can finally be with the girl he loves."