Olivia froze in place. Allen, walking right behind her, also stopped for a moment, slightly startled by the woman standing in front of them. This woman wasn’t anything like what they had imagined. She didn’t look like some flashy gold-digger after a man’s money. She was poised, her appearance and outfit reflected elegance and taste. Clearly, she wasn’t someone easy to deal with. Olivia stepped forward, eyeing her suspiciously. "Miss, may I ask what your relationship with Mr. Norman is?" Allen tugged on Olivia’s arm, offering an apologetic smile toward Emily. "Sorry, my girlfriend tends to act impulsively." "It’s alright," Emily replied with a warm smile. Seeing familiar faces stirred up emotions, making her eyes well up. "I... well, I’m her employee at the moment." "Employee?" Olivia took a deep breath, her voice full of skepticism. "Just an employee?" Emily hesitated, then nodded slightly. "For now, yes." That answer set Olivia off. "What do you mean, 'for now'? Are you planning to have something more with him? Do you even know he has a wife?" "I do," Emily said calmly. "Then why are you still trying to seduce him? Do you have no shame?" Emily gently extended a glass of water toward her. "Olivia, how about you take a moment to calm down and drink some water?" Olivia swatted her hand away. "Don’t try to sweet-talk me! I’m not drinking anything from you!" But then... She suddenly looked surprised, glancing up. "Wait, how do you know my name?" Emily didn’t answer her. Instead, she turned toward Allen, giving him a polite nod. "Hello, Mr. Parker." "Uh... hello," Allen replied, confused. "Do you know us? Did Vincent tell you about us?" The sudden, faint cough from Satan finally drew everyone’s attention.Allen walked over to him with concern. "You’re back in the hospital? Did you tell anyone at home?" Satan opened his mouth as if he had a lot to say, but typing it out on his phone would be quicker than trying to communicate otherwise. He typed and then handed the phone to Allen. Allen read aloud, one word at a time: "She... is... Emily Carter?!" His eyes widened, and he quickly turned to face her. "Emily?!" Olivia’s eyes went wide as well. "What did you just say?" Allen showed her the phone. Olivia stared at it, then at Emily, completely dumbfounded. "But... she doesn’t look anything like Emily! And her voice isn’t even the same. How could she be...?" Olivia slapped her forehead as if something clicked. "Satan, you must’ve been tricked. You’re missing Emily so much that you got fooled by this woman! Hey, you—how do you even know about Emily? How dare you pretend to be her? Do you have any idea what you’re doing?" Emily just smiled without saying a word. Allen, on the other hand, seemed to notice something different. This woman didn’t resemble Emily in looks or voice, but her presence, her aura... there was something undeniably familiar about it. He was calmer than Olivia and observed her quietly, with his suspicions growing stronger by the second. He turned to Satan and asked, "Are you sure?" Satan closed his eyes and nodded firmly. He was certain. Olivia began circling Emily, scrutinizing her closely as if looking for any trace of resemblance to the friend she had lost. "I still don’t believe it..." "Olivia," Emily said softly, a smile playing on her lips. "I remember when you took the GRE. You only got 23 points in math." Olivia froze, utterly shocked.The GRE math test had been a nightmare for her. Only a handful of people knew about her terrible score—her parents and Emily. Olivia stood there as if she’d been struck by lightning. "You... you’re really Emily?" "I’m sorry, Olivia," Emily said, gently taking her hand. "I never meant to keep this from you all. I just... had my reasons." Olivia let out a sob. "I don’t believe it. I saw you... you were covered in blood. How are you standing here alive? I don’t believe it!" "Olivia..." "Then tell me," Olivia demanded, tears filling her eyes. "What were the names of our teachers in freshman year of high school?" Emily thought for a moment before answering. "We had two different teachers that year. The first one, Megan, went on maternity leave, and then we had Donald." Olivia crumbled, bawling her eyes out. "Emily!!! It’s really you? You’re really not dead?!" Her emotions surged like a tidal wave, and no one could calm her down as the tears streamed down her face. Emily gently patted her on the back, trying to soothe her. "What happened back then... it’s a long story. But it’s my fault. I left and moved to England. Only Jackson knew. I just couldn’t stay in New York. It hurt too much. So, I changed my appearance and went abroad." Olivia, now accepting Emily’s identity, still had countless questions swirling in her mind. "But what happened to your voice? It’s so different now. You used to have such a beautiful voice..." "That was from the fire," Emily explained. "But it’s not too bad. My voice is just a bit hoarse now. You’ll get used to it eventually." Olivia sobbed again, this time hugging her tightly, both full of worry and a bit of anger. "Emily, if you were alive, why didn’t you at least tell Jackson to let us know? Do you have any idea how devastated I was? I had already picked out gifts for your baby, waiting for him to be born. And then, when I heard about the accident, I cried for two weeks straight... Jackson, that idiot, vanished off the grid for three years! Not even Allen could track him down... When I see him next, I swear, I’m going to give him a good beating!" Hearing her friend’s affectionate rant, Emily’s heart warmed. She felt a deep sense of gratitude. "You think you can take Jackson?" Emily teased. "No, of course not," Olivia laughed through her tears. "But I can bring backup, right? Allen can handle him easily, isn’t that right, Allen?" Emily raised an eyebrow in surprise. It seemed like Olivia and Allen had grown much closer over the past three years. Allen, however, didn’t seem to mind. He looked surprised, sure, but mostly relieved and happy. "Emily, welcome back." "Thank you." "No need for thank yous between old friends. When you left, I understood. Losing your child... that kind of pain must’ve been unbearable. But now that you’re back, that’s all that matters. Vincent has been through a lot of suffering these past few years. I’ve been worried about him. But now that you’re here, I can finally breathe easy."