Lately, TV shows have been a bit dull. Emily flipped through more than a hundred channels, but she couldn't find a single show she liked. Finally, she reluctantly chose a variety show. A group of celebrities were playing games, laughing and joking. It seemed like it could cheer her up a bit. The phone rang. She picked it up—it was Olivia calling. She wasn’t exactly disappointed, just feeling a bit foolish. She had already heard a woman's voice on the other end of his phone. What was she still hoping for? "Hello? Olivia?" Olivia sounded quite frustrated. "Emily, there's been a problem with my family's company. My dad had a high blood pressure attack, and I'm at the hospital now. I won't be home tonight. Make sure you lock all the doors and windows and get some rest." James Taylor's company was in trouble? Taylor's company had always been a close partner of the Norman family. How could it suddenly be in trouble? "How is your dad doing? Can you handle it by yourself? I'll come over and help you!" Olivia quickly said, "No need. My mom and I are both here, and we have servants at home, plus the hospital has nurses. You coming here won't help much, especially since you're pregnant. Don't come." "What about your dad..." "Don't worry. We got him to the hospital in time. He's not in any immediate danger, and Allen Parker is here too," Olivia said. "I just called to let you know. I won't be home tonight, so don't overthink things." Emily nodded repeatedly. "Okay, I'm fine. Take care of your dad." "Alright, I'll talk to you later." "Okay..." After hanging up, Emily's mood, which had just calmed down a bit from the variety show, became chaotic again.The Reed family had gone bankrupt. The Taylor Group's status in New York City was second only to the Norman family. Who could easily make the Taylor Group have problems? No one but the Norman family. Why would the Norman family suddenly go after the Taylor Group? Meggie and Alex both liked her. Only Mandy had issues with her, but Mandy didn't have any real power in the company. So why? James Taylor had been good to her. Emily couldn't just sit by and do nothing. She made a call. Alex answered quickly. He was very surprised to hear about James Taylor. "James Taylor? I have no idea what happened to him. The Taylor family has been doing well these years. I haven't done anything to them... Emily, don't worry. Take care of yourself and the baby... I'll handle this. Don't worry, okay?" Alex's tone was caring, like an elder who genuinely cared for her. It wasn't him. The only person with influence in the Norman family, besides Alex, was... Emily didn't dare to think further. Her phone rang again, startling her. The screen showed an unfamiliar number. After some hesitation, she answered. "Is this Emily?" A young woman's voice, sounding sweet. "This is Emily. Who is this?" "Hi Emily, sorry to bother you. My name is Penelope. I wanted to chat with you. Do you have some time now?" Penelope? Emily refused. "Sorry, I don't think I know you." "You don't know me, but you definitely know Emma," Penelope chuckled. "I know who killed her. Let's meet, and I'll tell you everything."... An hour later, Emily arrived at a café across from the Hilton Hotel, as agreed over the phone. A waiter greeted her. "Miss, what would you like to drink?" "Hello, I'm meeting someone—Penelope." "Alright, she mentioned you. Please follow me." The waiter led her to a booth by the window, where a young woman in a black coat was sitting. She had long, ash-blonde curls and looked very elegant. At that moment, sunlight streamed in, giving her a golden halo. "This is the place." The young woman looked up at the sound. When their eyes met, both were slightly surprised. Penelope looked remarkably similar to her. She seemed well-educated, with meticulous makeup and attire. She stood up with a warm smile and invited Emily to sit. "Emily, please have a seat." Penelope was enthusiastic and kind, so Emily couldn't refuse and sat opposite her. Penelope instructed the waiter, "This lady is pregnant and can't have coffee. Please bring her a hot milk, thank you." "Of course, one moment." Emily smiled and thanked her for the thoughtfulness. "Thank you." "No problem. We're both women, and I was a mother for a few months, so... consider it empathy," Penelope said with an awkward smile. Emily nodded and softly asked, "Penelope, about Emma..." "No rush," Penelope interrupted. "I wanted to meet you today. I heard you and Simon are getting married soon?" Simon. She called Satan "Simon." They seemed very close.She had known Satan's true identity all along. Emily's heart sank. "Sorry, Penelope, if you don't mind me asking, what is your relationship with him... I mean, Simon?" Penelope burst out laughing. "You still don't get it? We look so much alike, and I’ve been with him for four years... Emily, some truths might hurt you. But since you're pregnant with his child, I hope you take care of yourself." Emily took five full minutes to process this. Could it be that Satan's great love was actually her? Penelope continued, "I don't mean to upset you. I'm not trying to make you leave him. I left him after taking the check. Honestly, I didn't do well enough; I gave up on him first. But I didn't expect him to find someone who looks so much like me and get you pregnant... Emily, but a fake is still a fake, don’t you agree?"