Emily began to regain consciousness, her eyes fluttering open slightly. “Doctor, she’s awake. Her pupils are responsive,” a nurse reported urgently. Emily saw four figures surrounding her. Overhead, a glaring light illuminated her abdomen. But her abdomen felt completely numb! “My baby…” Emily murmured, her voice a weak whisper. The doctor frowned. “Get the anesthesiologist.” The nurse quickly complied. “Yes, Doctor.” Emily’s heart sank. “Doctor, what about my baby…” The doctor, drenched in sweat, focused intently on the surgery. “Miss, I need to concentrate completely on this procedure. The anesthesiologist will take care of you shortly, and my assistant will explain everything to you once the surgery is done.” “But my baby…” The anesthesiologist entered, clad in sterile garb, and placed an oxygen mask over Emily’s face. Within seconds, she was completely unconscious. Yet, her mind lingered for a few moments, faintly hearing the voices around her. “… abandon treatment? Did her family really give up?” “Yes, it’s so tragic. The baby’s gone, and she’s lost so much blood. Her family decided to stop the treatment. She could have been saved…” “Doctor, should we still try to save her?” “Of course we should. A life is a life. Even if her family has given up, we can’t. Get me the hemostat—” Emily finally fell into a deep, dark sleep. It felt like she slept for a long time. In her dreams, her baby was born successfully—a beautiful girl who looked just like her, though taller, reminiscent of her father. But suddenly, a chilling wind swept through, like a tornado, whisking her baby away, vanishing quickly. She chased desperately, calling out, but the baby’s cries grew fainter and fainter. She fell heavily to the ground, pain overwhelming her, tears streaming endlessly, as if she could never stop crying. “Ah—”Emily jolted awake. “Emily!” Olivia grasped her hand with immense relief. “Emily, you’re finally awake!” Emily was dazed for a moment. “Where am I?” “This is my home,” Olivia replied. “Since no one was here to look after you, I brought you back to my house. My parents are very worried about you.” They were at the Taylor family home. Emily had been to Olivia’s room before. It was always messy, and now it was no different. Olivia looked disheveled too—wrinkled clothes, tangled hair, dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn’t slept properly in days. A sharp pain radiated from Emily’s abdomen. She gently touched it, discovering that it was tightly bandaged and flat. Her heart shattered. “Olivia…” “Hey, I’m here, Emily. Are you hungry or thirsty?” Emily’s gaze was vacant as she slowly turned to look at Olivia. “Is my baby… gone?” Olivia finally broke down, crying loudly. “Emily… don’t be sad. You’ll have other children in the future.” Her baby was truly gone. The tiny flicker of hope she held was extinguished. Emily fought back tears, trembling as she said, “No wonder the doctor wouldn’t tell me. So my baby is really gone…” Olivia hugged her tightly. “Emily, please don’t be sad. I’m here for you. My home is your home, and my parents are your parents. We’ll share a room and a bed, and I’ll hold you as you sleep.” Emily had just awoken, her reactions still slow. It took her a while to remember to ask about the baby’s father. “What about Mr. Satan? He must be frantic by now. Is he investigating the arson and the attack on me?” Olivia hesitated, unsure how to break the news to Emily. Three days ago, at midnight, she had rushed to the hospital with Allen Parker and found Jackson, who was devastated. The doctor had soon emerged, saying that Emily had lost a lot of blood and needed a transfusion to survive. Jackson offered to cover the costs, insisting that the transfusion be administered immediately. But the doctor stated that the issue wasn’t just money; it required family consent. None of the people present, including Olivia, were considered “family.” Meanwhile, worse news arrived: a nurse called to say that Mr. Satan’s condition was also critical due to severe burns. With both patients in such dire states, Mr. Satan was unconscious, unable to handle the paperwork needed for Emily’s treatment. The nurse added, “When the gentleman was still conscious, he instructed me to tell anyone who called that he wanted to withdraw Emily's treatment.” Withdraw treatment? How could that be? Everyone knew about the love between Mr. Satan and Emily. No one could believe he would abandon her. Allen Parker initially couldn’t accept it either. However, Jackson revealed shocking news. “There’s another woman with Vincent.” “What?!” “Really?!” “I saw them kissing today, right in the Hilton hotel lobby. The woman looked very much like Emily, dressed similarly. When I asked Vincent who she was, he refused to tell me and was quite irritable…” Jackson looked up. “Brother, you know Vincent best. Is there a woman like this?” Allen Parker’s face turned grim. “I don’t know,” Allen Parker shook his head. “Even if there is someone, I believe in Vincent. His feelings for Emily are genuine; after all, it’s been more than a decade. He wouldn’t just change. Even if another person is involved, he would never say ‘withdraw treatment.’” Allen Parker continued, “The nurse and the woman you mentioned are both suspicious. I’ll have people investigate.” “But what now? There’s no one responsible for Emily’s treatment!” Jackson grabbed a pen and paper from the nurse. “I’ll sign.” The nurse was taken aback. “But sir, you’re not her family…” “Once she wakes up, I’ll marry her.”(The first part of the story is over. Thank you so much, I couldn't have done it without your support. The next part sees Emily return as a designer and meet Mr. Satan again. I'm going to focus on my other books, and I invite you to read my new book.)