William took a careful look at Mr. Satan. He was tall, had a calm demeanor, and looked reliable, except for a scar on his face. From a distance, it wasn’t noticeable, but up close, the scar stood out. Oddly enough, this made William feel more at ease. Emily had mentioned he never had a girlfriend before, probably because of the scar. But a scar isn’t a disease or anything serious. As long as he treated Emily well, the scar isn't a problem. "I heard from Emily that your last name is Norman?" Mr. Satan nodded. "Yes, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Vincent. I started my own company. I have a father and grandmother, and a younger brother and sister." Emily looked up at him. Hearing this from Mr. Satan sounded a bit surreal to her. It was like an employee reporting to their boss. "Good, that reassures me. Emily doesn’t have much family, so it’s nice you have a big family. I don’t need to say more; you know what I mean." Mr. Satan nodded lightly. "Yes, I understand." "Alright," William said, "Emily, remember to tell your mom before you get married." Emily nodded. "I will." A while later, a nurse came in, saying William had some tests scheduled for the day. William said, "You two should go. Emily needs to rest, especially since she’s pregnant." Emily wanted to stay, but a look from William stopped her. Mr. Satan put an arm around her shoulder and said gently, "Let’s go." "But I’m worried about him going for tests alone." "Don’t you see?" Mr. Satan said softly, "He doesn’t want you to see him in that state." Emily bit her lip, staying silent."He’s a man. No man wants to appear weak in front of others. He doesn’t want you to see him as frail. Let’s go and not make it harder for him." Leaving the hospital, Emily was still feeling down. Mr. Satan drove at a slow pace. An hour later, they arrived back at Emily’s old neighborhood. The roads were narrow, with many elderly and children walking around, making it hard to drive. Mr. Satan parked outside and walked Emily through the dark, damp alleyways. The area was filled with self-built houses, leaving just enough space for two people to walk side by side. Mr. Satan walked ahead, using his body to shield Emily. The surroundings were noisy, filled with children’s laughter, arguments, and the smell of cooking mixed with some foul odors. Most people living here were from the lower end of society. Their incomes were low, and they didn’t care much about their living environment. Emily covered her nose slightly and said, "I wonder what the house looks like now. It’s been empty for so long. I hope no neighbors have moved in." Mr. Satan held her hand tightly. "Do you have the keys?" "I always carry them with me." Though they left in a hurry, Emily had the habit of always carrying her keys and wallet, so they wouldn’t have trouble getting in. However, when they reached the old house, they frowned. The lock had been changed. Whether Emily had the keys or not, they couldn’t get in. The windows and doors looked relatively dust-free, suggesting someone had indeed moved in. Emily walked up and knocked on the door. A boy’s voice came from inside, "Who is it?" This voice...Emily couldn’t believe it. "Herry?" Herry recognized her voice and opened the door. Both were shocked to see each other. "What are you doing here?" Emily asked first. "Did Logan kick you out too?" Herry scratched his head and said nonchalantly, "He didn’t kick me out. I left on my own." "How did you know about this place?" Herry was puzzled. "My mom and sister, I mean Sophia, live here. I just came along." Emily stepped inside and took a look around. Thankfully, the furnishings hadn’t changed much, just more signs of daily life. The bed in the corner was still there, covered with several blankets. Nearby was a small, folded bed. Emily asked, "Where are they now?" Herry shook his head. "I don’t know. My mom leaves early every morning, saying she’s meeting Mandy. Sophia is probably out buying food. Sis, did you come here looking for me?" At his last words, Herry’s eyes sparkled, looking at Emily with clear affection and closeness. He called her sister, leaving Emily momentarily stunned. Just then, an argument erupted nearby. "Are you going to eat without paying? You’re all dressed up but have no morals! If you don’t pay today, you’re not leaving!" "I paid already! You just forgot. Don’t accuse me!" "Accuse you? Don’t think I don’t know you. You’re William’s daughter, right? Your sister worked hard to support you, and you ruined her family. You sleep around with men, and your photos are all over the internet! Your father’s an old man; how do you live with yourself? Just like your w.hore mother!" "Who are you calling a w.hore?" "Who else? Grace! She left William for another man. Like mother, like daughter. You both can’t live without men. Now you have the nerve to move back here. Everyone, come see! William’s daughter is back! She bought my pancakes and won’t pay! Don’t your men give you money?"The one shouting was an older woman, speaking in a strong New York accent. She was good at hurling insults, crude and colorful, but also somewhat entertaining.