Mr. Satan chuckled softly, "Why do you ask that?" "Because, in my understanding, if you like someone, your heart should be full of her, and there shouldn't be anyone else." "You're right." "But there's something that confuses me," Bryden continued, "I’ve always admired the relationship between you and Emily. But that day when she left our house, I could tell she was very sad and disappointed. On the way home, when we passed by your company, she kept looking out at it. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell from the rearview mirror that she was unhappy. And it was because of you." Mr. Satan took a deep breath, gripping the railing with both hands, "So, it was because of that." "You knew about this?" "I know everything about her, Bryden. But this is between us. I don't think it's necessary to explain it to you." Bryden was taken aback, furrowing his brows, "Yes, you don’t have to explain it to me, but I want to know the reason. I don’t want to see her sad." Mr. Satan turned to look at him. Bryden’s eyes were evasive, "You’re the big brother I respect the most. I don’t want to hide it from you. I think... I might have a problem. From the moment Emily first appeared at our house, I seemed to have a crush on her. But at that time, I didn’t know about your relationship with her. I found out later." Mr. Satan remained calm, "That's normal." "You’re not mad? Do you understand what I’m saying?" "Of course," Mr. Satan chuckled, "Emily is a wonderful girl. It’s not surprising you have a crush on her. If I got angry at every man who had a crush on her, I’d be very petty." Bryden shook his head, "I don’t understand." "You haven’t been in a relationship, have you?" Bryden winced, "No, I haven’t." "All these years, no girl has caught your interest?" "There was one, a girl in our class in middle school. But it was just a vague crush, and after graduation, we drifted apart. Over time, it faded away, and now I can barely remember her name or what she looked like." Mr. Satan nodded slowly, as if reminiscing, "But I'm different. The first time I met her in my teens, I knew she was the one for me. I’ll never forget her face, let alone her name." Bryden didn’t respond. "So, do you see the difference?" Mr. Satan said, "If someone truly in your heart, you can never forget." Bryden countered, "What about that woman on the phone?" "Her?" Mr. Satan said, "She's not like Emily." "So, what’s your relationship with her?" "There is no relationship." "But she—" "Bryden," Mr. Satan interrupted, "I’ve already explained this to Emily. When you saw her today, did you see any disappointment or sadness in her face?" Bryden recalled how she looked so happy in his brother’s arms. No disappointment, no sadness. "Do you remember four years ago, what made me so dejected?" "I remember," Bryden said, "It was because Emily married Nathan." "Yes, because of my cowardice, I missed a chance. At that time, I met a very unfortunate girl whose experiences were similar to Emily’s, so I helped her. But I forgot about human nature." He turned to Bryden seriously, "People are greedy. When she got to know me, she could easily get rid of her huge debts and start a better life. She began to dream of an even better future." Bryden understood, gasping, "So, she came back to pester you?" "Or, rather, to blackmail," Mr. Satan's eyes narrowed, a dangerous signal, "She used my secrets to threaten me." "And now...?" "If she’s smart enough to take the money and leave, then everything will be fine. But if her greed overcomes her sense, I won’t hesitate to throw her back into the dirt." Mr. Satan said solemnly, "Just like I told Emily, I can choose to help her, and I can choose to let her return to her filthy pit. It’s her own path, her choice." …… Emily didn’t have to wait long. In less than half an hour, Mr. Satan returned. Bryden didn’t come back. "He had something to do and left," Mr. Satan said. "What did Dylan tell you that made you so happy?" Dylan rubbed his hands together and grinned, "Boss, I just told her about your success story. Now she really admires you." Dylan’s attempt to earn favor was obvious. Emily didn’t want to expose him. He was quite the chatterbox; she barely got a word in edgewise and just listened to Dylan talk. "Really?" "Of course, it’s true. Ask her if you don’t believe me." Emily nodded emphatically, "That's right, I really admire you now." Mr. Satan scoffed, "I’ll give you a proper interrogation when we get home tonight." "Interrogate me about what?" "I want to know what you admire about me," he whispered in her ear, so only the two of them could hear, "or where you admire me..." Emily bit her lip and glared at him. But Mr. Satan just pulled her up, "Let's go home for dinner." On the way home, Logan called again. Emily hung up immediately. When he called again, Emily blocked his number. Her world was finally quiet. Mr. Satan asked, "When are you planning to sue him? Just let me know." "But Emma is dead. We have no witnesses," Emily felt a lump in her throat at the mention of it. "Grace and Sophia did a thorough job. Emma helped them a lot, but this is how they repaid her." Mr. Satan stopped the car at a red light, "It’s what she deserved."Today, the Norman house was a bit quiet. Alex and Mandy were not home, only Meggie, but thankfully Bella was keeping her company. "They’re off somewhere again. Mandy has been really busy lately. She’s hardly ever home, except to sleep at night and leaves early the next morning. Mandy must have met some important people recently."