Mr. Satan always had a plan for everything. Now that they had revealed all their secrets and pasts, she still trusted his judgment and supported his actions. But... Emily gently nudged him, signaling him not to be too affectionate. She felt a bit shy. Mr. Satan didn't mind. He kept his arm around her waist, maintaining the close posture. "Bryden, did you come over today for something specific?" Bryden's gaze shifted between Mr. Satan and Emily, puzzled and slightly embarrassed. "You haven't been home for a few days. Grandma misses you." Mr. Satan nodded. "Alright, we'll go home together tonight and have dinner with Grandma." The more relaxed Mr. Satan acted, the more agitated Bryden felt. But why he was agitated, he couldn't quite explain. There was a pent-up frustration within him, pressing against his chest, making him uncomfortable. He had to say some things, no matter what. "Brother, there's something I need to ask you about. Can we talk in your office?" Just then, Janet arrived, carefully carrying a cup of water. "Water's here—" Seeing this, Bryden quickly took the hot water cup from her and placed it on the coffee table in front of Emily. Janet said, "Vincent, you're here!" "Yes," Mr. Satan replied, "I just got Emily some water." "Wow, looks like I did unnecessary work," Janet pouted as she sat down. "You treat Emily so well. All these years, I've never seen you get water for anyone else. Sigh, good men in this world are becoming rarer!" Bryden chuckled. "How old are you? Stop thinking about men all the time." "Why can't I think about them? I like Jackson!" Janet pouted. "Mom said I can date, so don't worry about me." "Dating means two people love each other. What you're doing is called unrequited love. Jackson has never looked at you properly, right?""…Jackson will love me eventually, you'll see." "Alright, I'll wait and see." Whenever they were together, they bickered. "What are you thinking about?" Mr. Satan whispered in Emily's ear. Emily said, "I'm a bit envious. We both have sisters, but mine is nowhere near as good as yours." Mr. Satan chuckled. "That's why she's now facing the consequences of her actions, while my sister will always be cherished and treated like a princess." Emily nodded. At least in this regard, God was fair. "But I still need to get my sister to shift her focus soon. Bryden is right, Jackson isn't interested in Janet." "That might not be the case. Janet might melt the ice after all." Mr. Satan raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to matchmake them?" "Not really matchmake. I just think Janet is pure and adorable. I want to help her, so she doesn't get hurt." Mr. Satan held her hand, gently massaging it. "Jackson isn't the right man for her." Emily blinked. "Why?" "Don't you know why?" Emily was taken aback. The question made her feel a bit awkward. Jackson had let go of her, but he hadn't moved on. Plus, Mr. Satan and Jackson had had a few drinks together. Whatever the men had discussed, she didn't know. "…Janet was pampered growing up. She's the only girl in the family, so choosing a husband for her can't be random. My father and I discussed this, and he believes we should find someone who treats her well. We have everything, so Janet won't suffer." Emily actually agreed with this, nodding. "Do you have anyone in mind?""Not yet," Mr. Satan said, then teased her. "You're quite the dutiful sister-in-law. You haven't even married me, and you're already looking for a husband for my sister." Emily frowned. "Don't say that." Mr. Satan laughed. "What did I say wrong? Aren't you concerned about Janet's marriage?" "You're teasing me… Anyway, I believe Janet should have a say in her own relationship and marriage. If she doesn't like the person you find suitable, it's pointless." At this, Mr. Satan's smile faded slightly. "Young girls can be emotional and make irrational decisions. She still needs family to help guide her. Emily, let me ask you, if Nathan's grandfather hadn't made his dying wish, would you have married him?" Emily paused. She shook her head. "Probably not." Nathan's grandfather had revealed Nathan's infertility to her. It was his dying wish, placing all his hopes in her hands, leaving her unable to refuse. Was it out of duty or sympathy? Emily couldn't say anymore, but her decision had led her to marry Nathan, enduring four years of hellish life. "If you went back to that moment, faced with the same scene, and Nathan's grandfather begged you again, would you make the same choice?" "I…" Emily bit her lip and shook her head. "I shouldn't have my life dictated by such circumstances." "Exactly," Mr. Satan said. "Kindness should have limits. Sacrificing yourself for others isn't kindness; it's foolishness. Many people in this world exploit such kindness to achieve their goals. Some sacrifices aren't worth it. Sometimes, you need to consider yourself more." Emily understood the underlying message. "Are you still blaming me for marrying Nathan?" "I'm not blaming you; I'm reflecting," Mr. Satan said. "We've both taken too many wrong turns, but life doesn't offer many four-year spans to make mistakes. I don't want to miss any more four-year periods. I'll protect you and our child, and I hope you can be a bit more selfish and protect yourself too."