When Bella returned to the room with a plate of steamed fish, Meggie was kneeling in prayer, her hands clasped together at her chest, eyes closed, sincerely pleading with God. “What are you praying for this time?” Bella asked with a smile. Meggie slowly opened her eyes and replied, “What else would I be praying for? Of course, I’m praying for a great-grandchild! Didn’t you hear Dylan earlier? Vincent and Emily have reconciled! Now that they’ve made up, they need to hurry up and give me a great-grandchild. I’ve been waiting three years for this!” Bella smiled softly, “Yes, that should happen soon.” Meggie paused, frowning slightly. “Wait, no. They should have the wedding first, and then the baby, or else some people might start gossiping about Emily again.” Bella remained quiet, but she knew exactly whom Meggie meant by “some people.” In this family, Bryden and Janet rarely come home, Alex keeps to himself, and there’s only one person left who fits that description. “I just ran into Mandy in the kitchen,” Bella mentioned, “She said she has plans tonight and seemed really happy.” Meggie went to wash her hands and, while drying them, commented, “People still invite her out? That’s a surprise. I don’t know what she has to complain about in this family—she goes on and on like a broken record. At least Bryden was smart enough not to inherit her attitude.” “Mandy’s had a rough time,” Bella said with a sigh. Meggie shrugged. “Being a wife and a mother, who doesn’t have it tough? Honestly, life is about contentment. If she would just appreciate what she has, she’d be much happier. Look at her husband—he’s a good provider and a decent man, with no mistresses. Her two kids are obedient and respectful. She really has nothing to worry about. But no, she’s obsessed with the family fortune. Even Bryden knows his limits and doesn’t care about the inheritance, but Mandy? She’s driving herself mad over money.” Bella, concerned, asked, “Have you heard from Bryden recently?” “It’s been about two weeks since I’ve heard from him,” Meggie replied. “Who knows where he’s off to now? He’s always been the type to love freedom. Ever since he was a kid, I could tell he wasn’t the kind to stay in one place for long. You try to confine him to an office, and he’ll be miserable. Let him be. He’s still young, and when he’s ready, if he wants to come back to the family business, Vincent will help him.” “Vincent really does care for Bryden,” Bella observed. “He does,” Meggie agreed. “Emily is a good person too. Mandy has always seen her as a rival, but she’s missing out on a great ally. If Emily had moved into our home sooner, she could’ve helped take on some of the household responsibilities. Mandy, as a mother-in-law, would’ve had a much easier time.” Meggie took a bite of the fish and smiled. “This fish is delicious today. We should have Emily try it sometime.” ... Meanwhile, Emily returned to the hospital room after using the restroom. Satan’s eyes had been glued to the door ever since she left, and when he saw her walk in, a wave of relief washed over him. Seeing this, Emily couldn’t help but feel a twinge of emotion. She pulled a chair next to his bed and sat down. “Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?” she asked gently. Satan shook his head. As long as she was here, everything was fine. Emily picked up a bowl of porridge. It was still a bit hot, so she stirred it with a spoon. “Can you feed yourself?” she asked. Satan nodded at first, but then hesitated and shook his head. Emily sighed. He wanted her to feed him. She scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to his lips. Satan obediently opened his mouth and swallowed it. Emily continued to blow on each spoonful before feeding it to him. Without saying a word, Satan’s complexion gradually improved. He hadn’t eaten all day, and it was clear that he was starving. After one bowl of porridge, Satan still seemed a bit hungry. Emily picked up the second bowl and was about to feed him when Satan suddenly refused to eat any more. She brought the spoon to his lips, but he turned his head away, shaking it slightly to indicate he didn’t want it. “Are you full?” she asked.He nodded. There’s no way he’s full, Emily thought. How could such a tall, strong man be full after just one bowl of porridge? Dylan had only brought two bowls, so there wasn’t any more left. “You need to recover your strength, so be a good patient and finish your food. I’ll go out and get more for myself later,” she coaxed. But Satan resisted, refusing to eat any more. “Will you listen to me, please?” Emily sighed. “If you don’t behave, I’ll stop taking care of you and call Dylan instead.” Seeing that she was a bit upset, Satan quickly leaned over, gently holding her hand and rubbing it in an attempt to appease her. “Are you going to eat or not?” she asked again. He nodded. Only then did Emily’s expression soften, and she resumed feeding him the second bowl of porridge. After two bowls, Satan’s energy seemed to return fully. His complexion had improved, and his gaze followed Emily wherever she went in the room, as if he couldn’t bear to look away. At one point, Satan handed her his phone. Emily was confused. “Why are you giving me your phone?” Satan made a gesture indicating that she should read something. Emily understood. Dylan had mentioned earlier that the company’s important emails had been sent to his inbox. He wants me to read his emails to him? she thought. With nothing else to do in the hospital room, Emily nodded and agreed. Satan’s phone was remarkably simple. It looked like it had just been purchased, with no social media apps, only email and messaging apps. She opened the inbox. There were at least twenty or thirty emails from Dylan.Emily began to read them one by one. “...The company’s annual party is scheduled to take place at the Hilton ballroom. It will span three days. Given the large number of employees, should we split the event into multiple sessions?” After reading, Emily looked at Satan, awaiting his instruction. He shook his head. “You want everyone together?” she confirmed. He nodded. “Got it.” Emily typed the reply to Dylan and then opened the next email. “...The luxury apartment project will begin construction after the new year. The contractor has requested an advance payment of half the project’s cost to cover equipment purchases and wages. Should this be approved?” Satan frowned and shook his head. “How much do you think is appropriate?” Emily asked. Satan held up his fingers in a zero gesture. Emily was shocked. “You don’t want to give them any advance at all?” From what she knew, it was typical to make some sort of upfront payment to contractors