Standing nearby, the nurse said, "You've got him wrong. That girl was just brought in by ambulance. She was unconscious. The elevator is broken today, and it was this gentleman who carried her up the stairs, heading to the emergency room." William was taken aback. "…The elevator is broken?" "Yes," the nurse said with a sigh, "You've been in your room, so you didn’t know. If it wasn't for this gentleman, that girl might have been in even more danger..." The truth came out, and William could only sigh. "Are you still thirsty?" Emily asked. William waved his hand and lay back on the bed. He wasn't really thirsty; he was just worried about Vincent. William had never met Vincent before, nor had he heard about him. Suddenly being told they were getting married and that Emily was already pregnant made him uneasy. Most importantly, he now had no good feelings towards wealthy men. He used to be so satisfied with Nathan, but now he was full of regret. Emily had sacrificed her future for this family, even giving up her lifelong happiness for Sophia. And what did she get in return? Complete betrayal. And then there was his illness... "Emily," William held her hand, his eyes filled with concern and worry, "You always tell me the good news and not the bad. When your marriage with Nathan had problems, you didn’t tell me and bore it all by yourself. It made me feel terrible. Tell me, are you with this Vincent because of my medical expenses?" Emily's eyes turned red, and she shook her head with a smile. "No, he truly likes me." "And you? Do you like him?" Emily nodded. "I do." "Ah..." Words failed him, and all he could do was sigh deeply. "Is Bert coming to the hospital today?" William waved his hand. "He has to work and has his own life. He wanted to come, but I sent him away. The caregivers you found for me are good; I can’t take up his time." Emily nodded. "Actually, the doctor treating you and these caregivers were all arranged by Vincent." "Really?" "He was the one who helped me when I was most helpless," Emily explained. "I never told you because of your health and not wanting you to worry. And also because of his identity." William looked puzzled. "His identity can’t be revealed? What does he do? Is he in the CIA or something?" "No, no, he’s just a businessman." Emily wasn’t sure how to explain it to William. She hadn’t mentioned it because she didn’t know who Vincent really was or what he did at that time. She could barely manage her own life and didn’t want to burden William more. Emily added with a smile, "He was afraid I’d reject him if I knew his identity, so he didn’t tell me at first. I found out later." William's face softened upon hearing this. He murmured to himself, "If that’s the case, it shows he’s not a playboy." "He’s not a playboy," Emily defended Satan. "He never had another girlfriend before me." William smiled wryly, "Looks like he really likes you." Emily smiled but didn’t say anything. William asked more about the Norman family. "Do his parents know you were married before? Have they given you a hard time?" "His family treats me very well..." Emily told William about Meggie and Alex. William listened and felt somewhat reassured. "That's good. Thank God you’ve found a good man, and you can have a stable life from now on. It’s just a shame your mother can’t see you get married..." Speaking of this, Emily asked, "Did my mom leave anything behind?" "Just some clothes and books. Everything else was buried with her. Our house is too small to keep many things." William's words made Emily feel a bit disheartened. Could Satan be wrong? But... "Oh," William suddenly remembered something, "Your mother used to sleep on that bed, which she bought with her own money after starting college. If there’s anything she left, it would be that bed." Emily took a moment to process. There was only one bed in the house. William stayed in the guardhouse at night when he was on duty. Bert worked in another city, so the bed had always been for her and Sophia. That bed she slept on for twenty years was actually her mom's? William continued, "Your mom took a break from college when she got pregnant. She was preparing to marry your father, but then he suddenly disappeared. She kept looking for him. She passed away soon after giving birth to you. That time felt like a nightmare. Watching your mom covered in blood and holding you as you cried non-stop, was so devastating..." At that moment, only one word echoed in Emily's mind. Bed! Could her mom have left something in that bed? The hospital room door opened gently. Satan stepped in quietly, carrying a cup of water. "Sorry for the delay. I had to handle something on the way. Here’s your warm water."