He shook his head again. Emily sighed. “You really need to start taking better care of yourself, and think about the people around you who worry about you. You’re not a child anymore—you shouldn’t be acting so recklessly.” He nodded obediently, like a child acknowledging a reprimand. Then, with his right hand still on the gearshift, he reached over and patted the back of her hand, gesturing forward with a nod for her to look ahead. Not far ahead stood a seven or eight-story building, with a sign that read Mental Health Rehabilitation Center. "A mental health facility?" Emily asked, raising her eyebrows. He nodded. "Logan Morgan is here?" she asked, her tone a mix of confusion and curiosity. He nodded again. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked, glancing at him for an answer. Satan didn’t speak. Instead, he continued driving without stopping. It seemed like he only wanted her to see the place, to recognize it, before quickly making a U-turn and heading back towards the Hilton Hotel. The car ride was silent. When they reached the hotel, Satan pulled up to the curb, stopping safely. Emily unbuckled her seatbelt but couldn’t shake the worry in her mind. “I’m going to call Dylan. You really need to get back to the hospital and rest.” He nodded. "Should I ask Dylan to come pick you up?" she asked, still feeling concerned. He shook his head. "You want to go back by yourself?" she pressed. He nodded again. "That’s too risky," Emily said, frowning with worry. "Did you really come out just to drive me home?"Satan turned his head to look at her, his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed, and nodded again. Emily, her concern deepening, pulled out her phone and began dialing. "I’m calling Dylan right now. I won’t leave until he gets here." She pressed Dylan’s number, and the call connected almost immediately. "Ma’am?" Dylan’s voice was on the other end, but Emily froze at the greeting. "Sorry, Miranda," Dylan corrected himself quickly. "It slipped out in my panic. I was just about to call you. Do you know where the boss is? I’ve searched the entire hospital, and I can’t find him anywhere!" Dylan’s voice was frantic, filled with desperation. Emily responded quickly, "He’s with me right now. We’re in the parking lot of the Hilton Hotel. You should come get him." "Thank God!" Dylan exclaimed. "I’m on my way!" He hesitated for a second before adding, “Miranda, the boss hasn’t eaten in over 24 hours. I’m really worried his body won’t hold up. Could you maybe grab him something to eat in the meantime?” Emily’s concern deepened. "He hasn’t eaten all day?" Dylan sighed. "Since last night, actually. He hasn’t touched any food since then. I’m worried, honestly." Emily nodded. "Alright. Is there anything he’s not allowed to eat?" “Nothing cold or spicy. Nothing too hard like cookies or dry foods. Bread, rolls, anything with too little moisture—he can’t have those either. And nothing too hot... noodles aren’t ideal either—” "Dylan," Emily interrupted, "can he have porridge?" "Porridge would be perfect," Dylan replied, sounding relieved. "The doctor said that’s the best option for him right now." Emily sighed. Where on earth am I going to find porridge around the Hilton? she thought. But she knew what Dylan was hinting at. The implication was clear—he wanted her to take Satan home and prepare something for him herself. “Alright. Get here as fast as you can,” she said.“Thank you, Miranda. I’m on my way,” Dylan responded. As Emily hung up the phone, she noticed Satan patiently sitting in the car, his gaze never straying from her. She put her phone away and said, “Wait here. I’ll go to the store nearby and get some ingredients.” But Satan grabbed her hand before she could open the door. "What’s wrong?" she asked, turning to him. He held her hand firmly, silently insisting. "You want to come with me?" she asked, surprised. He nodded. "But it’s cold outside, and you’re not dressed warmly enough. What if you catch a cold?" Emily said, her voice filled with concern. He didn’t care. His determined gaze said it all—he wasn’t going to let her go alone. Emily sighed, perplexed by his sudden childlike stubbornness. "Alright, how about this? Let me take you back home first. You can rest there, and then I’ll go out to get the ingredients. Does that sound okay?" Satan thought about it for a moment before finally nodding. “Good,” Emily said with a small smile. “Let’s get out of the car.” They both got out of the car and took the elevator upstairs. Emily unlocked the door to her room, stepping inside first. Satan followed closely behind her. "You know," she said as they entered the room, "I’m not sure if it was your decision or Dylan’s, but this room is identical to the original 2307 suite. Since I won’t be staying in the country for long, I’m not really concerned with the details. But I imagine you’re familiar with this layout. You can rest in the bedroom while I go get some groceries. I’ll be back soon." After giving her instructions, Emily grabbed her wallet and headed out again. She was halfway to the convenience store across the street when she realized she had forgotten her phone on the coffee table. But going back for it seemed unnecessary—after all, the store was just a few minutes away. She shrugged it off and kept walking. ...Inside the room, Satan sat down on the couch in the living room, taking in the familiar surroundings. The layout, the furniture, even the curtains—it was all exactly the same as 2307. Everything felt so achingly familiar that it made his heart ache. The memories of their time together here flooded his mind, a painful reminder of what they had lost. The phone on the coffee table buzzed loudly, breaking the silence. Emily’s phone, left behind in her rush to get to the store, displayed a name: J. He hesitated before picking it up and swiping to answer the call. "Hey, Emily?" Jackson’s voice came through the line, lighthearted and playful. "Emily? Why aren’t you saying anything? It’s been 24 hours since your last call. As your boyfriend, I have to point that out! But, since it’s your first time, I’ll let it slide. Just don’t leave me hanging next time, okay, baby?" Boyfriend? Baby? Satan’s grip on the phone tightened. "Emily? Come on, I’m just kidding. You know I could never be mad at you. I’ve waited years for you to say yes, and now that you have, I don’t want to waste a second. I miss you like crazy. Can we video chat?" Satan couldn’t bear it any longer. With a hard press, he hung up the call. The rage boiling inside him was unbearable. She had agreed to be with Jackson. The phone rang again almost immediately. This time, Jackson sent a video call request. Satan, jaw clenched, powered off the phone and slammed it down, face-down, onto the table. A few minutes later, the door opened and Emily walked in, her arms full of groceries. "You doing okay?" she asked. He nodded, quickly moving to take the bags from her and placing them in the kitchen. "Dylan hasn’t arrived yet?" she asked, peeking into the kitchen. He shook his head. Emily followed him inside. "You should go rest in the living room. The porridge will take about half an hour to cook." He didn’t move. He stayed right where he was, silently insisting that he wanted to be near her.