By the time they returned to the Hilton Hotel, it was already evening. Emily's belly had grown. She had been busy all day and was now utterly exhausted. But she couldn't bear to part with the design drawing her mother had left behind. She lay in bed, holding the drawing up to the light, trying to find any other traces her mother might have left. "This design was created by my mom in her senior year. She must have been pregnant with me at that time," Emily murmured. Mr. Satan gently took the drawing from her hands, carefully folded it, and placed it on the nearby table. "You will have plenty of time to look at it later. Get some rest now." "But I can't sleep," Emily said. "People say handwriting reflects a person’s character. My mom’s handwriting is so delicate; she must have been very gentle, right?" It had been over twenty years. Who could say for sure? Mr. Satan lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms. "Yes, you must be very much like her." His warm embrace made Emily feel drowsy. "Mr. Satan..." "I'm here." "Our wedding is the day after tomorrow?" "Yes, do you have any concerns?" Emily shook her head. "Let's visit my mom's grave tomorrow. I miss her so much." "Alright," Mr. Satan said, tucking her in. "I'll go anywhere you want. Now, get some rest, okay?" Emily's voice was already soft with sleep. "Okay..." The phone screen lit up, and he silenced it to avoid waking Emily. Gently, he moved her to the pillow and quietly went to the balcony to take the call. "Hello?" Dylan’s voice came through. "Boss, there’s news from the court." Satan’s fingers tensed slightly. "How many years were they sentenced?" "Nathan got ten years, and Carol got six."Finally, hearing these names, Satan’s fists clenched tightly. Dylan continued, "The judge said they were convicted of financial crimes. If someone pays their debt, the judge can consider reducing their sentences. Boss, the judge asked if anyone wants to pay their debt." The amount they owed was trivial for Mr. Satan. But... "Cancel my afternoon schedule. You and I are going out." "Yes," Dylan replied, then cautiously asked, "Should I prepare the money?" Mr. Satan paused for a moment, then decisively said, "No need." At 4 PM, they arrived at the prison. Dylan had already made arrangements, and Nathan was quickly brought to the visitation room. Nathan slouched into the chair opposite Mr. Satan, exuding an air of insolence. "Didn't expect anyone to visit." The man sitting across from Nathan had a powerful presence, marred only by a scar on his face. Nathan had guessed Mr. Satan’s identity, eyeing his exquisite attire. "Are you here to collect the money?" "I told you during the court negotiations. I have no money, only my life," Nathan said, waving his hand dismissively, showing no intention of pleading. "If you have the guts, come and take my life." Mr. Satan simply observed him silently. Nathan’s face hadn't changed much from his childhood, and his insolent expression was just as it had been back then. He hadn’t matured at all. Mr. Satan spoke calmly, "Emily and I are getting married soon." Nathan’s eyes widened in shock. "What did you say?" "I said, I’m marrying Emily." Nathan trembled, scrutinizing him. "Who are you?"Suddenly, everything made sense to Nathan. Emily had rejected him for this man? This masked fugitive! The scar on his face necessitated the mask. What was his real identity? Nathan became agitated, leaping up to strike Mr. Satan, but was restrained by his shackles. Nathan's face contorted with anger. "Are you Emily’s lover?! Did you have me sent to prison just to get her?! You bastard! You planned this all along to get revenge on me, didn’t you?!" Nathan could only think someone had meticulously plotted against him. "Who are you? Emily must be with you for your money, right?! That bitch! She teamed up with another man to set me up!!" Mr. Satan looked at Nathan with calm disdain, his envy and resentment long gone. He even found Nathan quite laughable. With a slight smirk, he spoke icily, "You’re in prison because you broke the law. Breaking the law means facing justice. Doing immoral things has its consequences." "You deserve your fate," Mr. Satan's eyes glinted coldly. "Emily and I genuinely love each other. If you insult her again… you’ll never leave this prison." Hearing this, Nathan’s eyes blazed with hatred. He gritted his teeth in fury. "Don’t pretend to be noble! Emily cheated during our marriage and ruined the Reed family. If I ever get out, I won’t spare you two!" Mr. Satan's lips curled in a derisive smile. "I suggest you watch your mouth. Offending me won’t do you any good." "Ha! You’re afraid of people talking about your dirty deeds? My life’s already ruined, I have nothing to fear!" Dylan, understanding the situation, signaled the guards. "Visiting time is over," the guards said, grabbing Nathan to take him back to his cell. Nathan resisted fiercely, but the guards managed to drag him away. Nathan's eyes, filled with venom, remained fixed on Mr. Satan. "You ruined my life! You and Emily will pay for this! You two will meet a miserable end! Mmpphh..." The guards covered his mouth, forcibly taking him back.Finally, there was silence. Ruined his life? Mr. Satan chuckled coldly. His life had been destroyed twenty-five years ago. A demon who had crawled out of hell feared no retribution.