Seeing her response, Satan's face finally showed a bit of relief. What surprised him even more was the small spark of happiness he felt. He hadn't expected that someone as seemingly invincible as him would resort to such childish tactics to keep her near. In relationships, they were both novices. One too proud to express feelings, the other too oblivious to ask, leading to three years of missed opportunities. Though it was full of regrets, Satan now felt like there was still a chance. They had somehow returned to where they started, hadn’t they? Meeting once was a coincidence, twice was fate, but meeting three times—well, that had to be destiny. Not far away, Emily was on the phone with Dylan. “…Hi, Dylan, yes, it’s me… No, he’s not doing well. We’re at the hospital, the same one as last time…” she said quietly into the phone. “Could you bring over some porridge? I can’t leave right now… Thank you. Sorry to trouble you,” she added before hanging up. When Emily turned around, she noticed Satan’s intense gaze on her. His eyes seemed to burn as they stayed fixed on her, making her feel a bit self-conscious. “Dylan will be here soon with food,” Emily said softly. “I’ll step out for a bit.” Almost instantly, Satan tensed up, his hand gripping hers tightly. The sudden pressure on her wrist startled her, but the pain faded quickly. He must have realized he had squeezed too hard because his expression shifted to an apology, as he struggled to sit up. Emily gently pressed him back down. "I'm fine. You need to lie down and rest." But his face only grew more worried. Where was she going? Was she going to call Jackson? Was she going to tell him everything that had happened between them? He wanted to ask, to clarify, but his throat was too damaged. He had so much to say to her, so many things he still wanted her to know. He couldn’t afford to ruin his voice further. “I’m just going to the restroom,” Emily explained awkwardly, pulling out a package of sanitary pads from her bag and showing it to him. Satan relaxed, his expression shifting as he realized what she meant. “Let go,” she added. He obediently released her hand.Emily quickly left the room and headed for the public restroom outside. The hospital room had its own bathroom, but she found it a little too awkward to use it while Satan was nearby. It felt like he had become far too perceptive, as though he could read her thoughts and emotions effortlessly. Being around him made her feel like she was completely transparent. By the time Emily returned, Dylan had already arrived. On the bedside table were several insulated containers, filled with various dishes. “Miranda,” Dylan greeted her with a smile. “Thank you for making the trip,” she replied, nodding in appreciation. Dylan chuckled and waved it off. "Taking care of the boss is part of my job. It’s really me who should be thanking you for stepping in." Emily gave a small, polite smile but said nothing. “I bought two servings of porridge. The boss loves porridge, and I also got some dishes. The restaurant owner said these are usually popular with women—something sour and spicy,” Dylan explained. “Thank you, Dylan. You’re always so thoughtful.” “Well, I’ll leave the boss in your capable hands tonight. The company projects are moving forward, and I need to get back to the office. I’ve sent the documents that need the boss’s approval to his email. If he makes any decisions, just let me know so I can pass it on,” Dylan said, gathering his things to leave. “Of course,” Emily nodded. After giving a final nod, Dylan left the room, closing the door behind him. As he walked out of the hospital, his first move was to call Meggie. “How are things? Have they made up?” Meggie’s voice was filled with anticipation. Dylan answered truthfully, “It seems like things are getting better. Madam still cares for the boss; she’s been looking after him well.” “Oh, that’s wonderful! I’m so relieved. My blood pressure is back to normal, and I’ve even regained my appetite! Bella, tell the kitchen to make me another fish—I’m feeling good today!” Meggie exclaimed happily. Bella, who was nearby, smiled and quickly went off to the kitchen to pass on the order, but on her way, she ran into Mandy. Over the past three years, the Norman family’s wealth and businesses had all gone to Vincent, which only deepened Mandy’s resentment. Her children had grown up and moved on with their lives, and Alex was often away, leaving her alone at home with nothing to do but pick on the servants. The maids had become quite fed up with her. Seeing Bella asking for a fish, Mandy’s expression soured. “So, Meggie wants fish, huh?” Bella nodded. “Yes, Meggie’s blood pressure has been stable, and she’s feeling more energetic lately.” Mandy’s smile was tight and insincere. “Well, isn’t that nice? Meggie’s strong as an ox. She’ll probably outlive me. Who knows, maybe I’ll die before she does.” Her words instantly darkened Bella’s mood, but Mandy was Alex’s wife, and there wasn’t much Bella could say. Mandy wandered around the kitchen, sighing dramatically. “If only my son weren’t such a disappointment. The Norman family’s wealth was supposed to go to him, but now it’s all been taken by an adopted son. It’s all my fault for not being a better mother.” She was at it again—rehashing old grievances. For three years, Mandy had been going on and on about this to anyone who would listen. It had gotten to the point where many of New York’s wealthy ladies didn’t even invite her to their gatherings anymore. Bella shook her head, both in sympathy and exasperation. Mandy wasn’t an inherently bad person. If she had married into a regular family, she might have had a decent, peaceful life. But she had married into the Normans. She had wanted to be the matriarch of a grand family but lacked the skills or temperament to manage it, leaving her with nothing but complaints. Bella offered, “Would you like some fish as well? I can ask the kitchen to prepare two if you’d like. It’s full of protein and good for your health.” Mandy adjusted the bracelet on her wrist and shook her head. “No, I have plans tonight. I’ll be eating out. But since I’ve got some time to kill, I might as well wander around the house. You go ahead and look after Meggie. Don’t worry about me, the ‘useless one.’”