When they left the prison, Dylan was waiting with the car parked at the entrance. Mr. Satan opened the door and got in, leaning his head back against the seat and closing his eyes. "Boss, are you tired?" Dylan selected a soothing piano piece, and the beautiful music flowed through the car. Mr. Satan pressed his fingers to his eyes, looking weary. "How is Emily?" "Don't worry, she's still sleeping." "Good." Mr. Satan seemed to relax a bit, but there was still a hint of melancholy. The car drove slowly, and it was already dark outside. From the prison to the Hilton Hotel was quite a distance, taking over an hour to drive. "If you're tired, you can sleep for a bit. I'll wake you when we get there," Dylan said, knowing his boss's behavior and expressions well. Mr. Satan gave a slight "hmm" and stopped talking. Maybe it was the warmth and comfort of the car, but he gradually drifted into a semi-dreamlike state. "Boss?" In a daze, he heard Dylan calling him. Mr. Satan woke slightly. "What?" Dylan pointed to the phone Mr. Satan had placed on the seat. "Your phone's been ringing for a while. Do you want to answer it?" Mr. Satan rubbed his temples, glanced at the screen, and frowned, hanging up the call. The phone rang again, and he hung up once more. Then, he blocked the number. But less than two minutes later, his phone rang again. Dylan asked, "Is it Penelope?" Mr. Satan sounded very impatient. "Yeah.""She's already taken the money. Why is she still calling? It's really annoying." Mr. Satan joked, "She taught me one thing: don't be too nice." "There are too many greedy people," Dylan affirmed. "Boss, do you want me to take care of Penelope?" Mr. Satan hesitated for a moment before saying, "No need. Over time, her dreams will fade. Emily is pregnant now; I don't want to do anything drastic." "Understood." Mr. Satan asked again, "Did you go see that woman?" They had split up. He didn't want to face Carol, so he went to see Nathan, while Dylan went to see Carol. Dylan nodded. "I did. She's not doing well. She's lost a lot of weight, like a stick. Her hair is almost half white, and her eyes are dull. Her hands keep shaking." "Enough," Mr. Satan interrupted. "I don't want to know what she looks like." Dylan was startled by his sudden change in mood and fell silent. Every time Carol was mentioned, Mr. Satan's mood would turn volatile. Dylan didn't know the full story, but each time he learned a bit more, he felt sad for his boss. Meggie was right; his inner scars were far worse than the ones on his face. "Dylan." "Yes, boss." "Don't tell Emily about what we did today." "I understand." ... Day after day, the sun always sets in the west and rises in the east the next morning. If human society could be as predictable, how much easier would life be? Unfortunately, humans are defined by their unpredictability. For instance, Emily never expected to get a call from Penelope around midnight."Emily, I want to apologize for what happened last time..." Her voice was soft, almost tearful. In the past, seeing a girl so pitiful would have softened Emily's heart. But after dealing with Sophia, she wasn't easily fooled anymore. "Penelope, if you really felt sorry, you wouldn't be calling me this late." Penelope sniffled, sounding very sorrowful. "I'm sorry for disturbing your rest. Emily, I just had no other choice. Simon won't take my calls, so I had to call you." Emily chuckled, "You want to apologize to me, but you called him first? Penelope, what do you really want?" Penelope was silent for several seconds. She didn't expect Emily to be so blunt. "Not talking? Then I'll hang up." "Wait—" Penelope quickly stopped her. "Alright, I'll be straightforward. I need money." "Oh, I don't have money. Even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you. There are plenty of banks around; you can go there." Penelope was getting desperate. "Emily!" "What else?" "Your father is in the hospital, right?" Emily instantly became wary. "What do you want to do?" Penelope gritted her teeth, her tone now full of malice. "I'm desperate. I need five million. If you don't give it to me, I'll have to go have a little chat with your father." Emily paused for a moment, then quickly responded, "My father is a man in his fifties. If you're interested in becoming my stepmother, feel free to talk to him." "Emily, don't push me too far! Your father looks half-dead; how could he possibly be good enough for me!" Emily nodded, her tone icy. "And you, looking like a poor, shrewish woman, are not good enough for my father." "Emily, are you really going to turn against me? You have a sick father and a baby on the way. Making enemies isn't wise for you. No matter how well Simon protects you, there will always be gaps." "So what?" Emily's voice was full of contempt. "A mosquito saying it will drain an elephant's blood? If you have the guts, try it. Squashing you would be as easy as squashing a mosquito." With that, Emily hung up the phone. A soft click came from the door as Mr. Satan entered. He moved quietly, not wanting to disturb Emily, not even turning on the light. But when he entered the bedroom, he saw her staring at her phone. The small amount of light illuminated her delicate face, making her look even smaller. "Why are you awake?" Emily looked up and saw his figure, smiling faintly. "Is there another issue at the company?" "...Yeah, just something to handle. Who called you just now? Olivia?" Mr. Satan took off his jacket, hung it up, and sat by the bed, pulling her into his arms and leaning back against the wall. Emily followed his movement, leaning against him. "Olivia wouldn't call this late. It was Penelope." Mr. Satan's muscles tensed. "What did she say to you?"