After half an hour of examination and treatment, the doctor declared that Satan must stop all work and focus on resting. "His body is extremely weak. He’s been bedridden for over two years, and his physical condition is nothing like it used to be. His immune system is already compromised, and now with his vocal cords damaged, he needs to rest for at least six months to a year." Outside the hospital room, the doctor listed Satan’s condition to Emily. She nodded. “Thank you, doctor. I’ll pass this information on to his family.” The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you his family?” “We’re not…” “Oh, you two got divorced?” “No, we didn’t.” “Then what’s this ‘passing on to his family’ business? You’re still married, aren’t you? That makes you his closest family,” the doctor said, crossing his arms and showing her Satan’s medical report. “Even if you don’t care about him anymore, even if there’s no love left, you’re still his wife, right? You’re still responsible for him.” Emily suddenly found herself scolded and, unable to argue, remained silent. The complicated history between her and Satan wasn’t something she could explain in a few words, and this doctor certainly wasn’t interested in hearing the whole story. She let out a soft sigh. “As a doctor, I’m supposed to stay out of your personal matters, but as a man, I can tell you—he loves you. He still loves you very much. Why go through with a divorce when there’s still love between you?” “Doctor, this isn’t about—” “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m just telling you what I see,” the doctor interrupted, handing her a slip of paper. “Here’s the prescription. He can either stay in the hospital or rest at home. You two decide and let me know so I can prescribe the necessary medication.” “…Alright.” The doctor left, and Emily glanced into the room. Satan was asleep, likely after being given a sedative. She went downstairs to pick up the medication, and when she returned, he was still resting. Just then, his phone rang.Worried it might wake him, Emily stepped out of the room to answer it. “Hello?” There was a pause on the other end before the caller spoke. “…Is this Miranda?” “Yes, it is. Who’s this?” “It’s Adam,” the voice replied, sounding surprised. “This is supposed to be Mr. Norman’s phone, isn’t it? How come you’re answering? It should be nighttime over there by now. Are you with Mr. Norman?” Emily glanced outside. It was winter, and darkness had already fallen. The clock showed it was past 7 PM. “…Yes.” “You’re working late, huh?” Adam clicked his tongue. “I knew it. Mr. Norman is such a workaholic; he’d work twenty-four hours a day if he could.” Lowering her voice, Emily said, “Adam, Mr. Norman isn’t able to take your call right now. You can speak to me if it’s something urgent.” “He can’t take the call? Is he in a meeting?” “No,” Emily replied. “He’s asleep.” Adam sucked in a breath. “Wait—Miranda, you’re not telling me you’re sleeping with him, are you?” Emily frowned, pressing her fingers to her temple. Adam really had no filter. “You’ve misunderstood. Mr. Norman isn’t feeling well. I brought him to the hospital, and he’s asleep after being given a sedative.” “Oh! I see. Is he alright? How serious is it?” “It’s fairly serious. The doctor said he needs at least six months to a year of rest.” “Well, health comes first. Work can always wait,” Adam said, his tone light. “I called him to remind him not to overwork you. You need some time for yourself, too—especially to focus on your love life.” Emily let out a sigh. “Work is a priority. Everything else can wait.” “That’s not true,” Adam countered. “You need to enjoy life, Miranda. There are more important things than work, like falling in love and getting married—that’s what matters.” Emily couldn’t help but smile wryly. “You’re quite the ideal boss, Adam. I’m sure your employees love working for you.”Adam chuckled. “Of course they do. By the way, how’s your relationship going? I assume your boyfriend isn’t too thrilled that I sent you overseas, right?” “We’re… still the same.” She dodged the question. “Anyway, there’s been some progress with the luxury apartment project. Let me update you—” “No need. I trust you, Miranda. You’ve got everything under control. I wouldn’t have given you the responsibility otherwise. Go ahead and work if you must, but I’m off to my date. A lovely lady invited me to watch Roman Holiday tonight—it’s my favorite movie.” Resigned, Emily replied, “Alright then. Enjoy your evening.” “Thanks! You too.” As she hung up, Emily couldn’t shake the feeling that Adam’s last words were loaded with some hidden meaning, but she had no proof. When she returned to the room, Satan had already woken up. His eyes were still a bit hazy, as if he hadn’t fully recognized her. He squinted, trying to make out who she was. “The doctor said you need to avoid talking as much as possible from now on,” Emily instructed. “Your vocal cords need to heal. So when I ask you something, I’ll use yes-or-no questions. You just nod or shake your head. Got it?” Satan took a moment to regain his focus, but his gaze never left her. Eventually, he nodded. “Are you hungry?” He nodded again. Of course he was hungry. He hadn’t eaten anything all day. “I’ll go out and get you some porridge. If anything happens, just press the call button, and a nurse will come…” Before she could finish, Satan grabbed her wrist. “Let go. You’ll dislodge your IV,” she warned. He shook his head, refusing to release her. “How are you going to eat if I don’t go get food?” He shook his head again, indicating he didn’t care about food. Sighing, Emily said, “Fine, I’ll call Dylan and have him bring something. Will that work?”Satan finally nodded but still refused to let go of her hand. “I’m not leaving. I’ll stay here and make the call,” she assured him. Only then did Satan relax his grip, allowing her to stay by his side while making the call.