Emily’s gaze briefly lingered on Satan, lying in the hospital bed. "Emily," Olivia tugged at her hand. "Let's go outside and talk." "Alright." The two women left the room hand in hand. Satan’s eyes followed Emily until she disappeared through the door, then he sighed softly, somewhat regretfully. Allen, sitting in a chair nearby, chuckled. "Stop staring; she’s not going far. She’ll be back soon." Satan responded with a quiet "Hmm." He admitted, "I know. I just... I’m afraid. I’m scared that if she walks out, I’ll wake up and realize all this is just a dream." "So you can talk, huh?" Allen raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I can, but the doctor said I shouldn’t talk too much. Emily will worry." Allen sighed. "Don’t worry. Olivia and I are here, and trust me, this isn’t a dream." Satan cleared his throat; his voice was still low and raspy but not as harsh as earlier in the day. "I’m sorry." "What are you apologizing for all of a sudden?" Allen asked, a little taken aback. "I know Jackson is your only brother, and you care about him deeply. But I won’t give up the woman I love to him." Allen laughed, shaking his head. "I’ve protected that brother of mine for nearly thirty years. Maybe it’s time he experienced some heartache. Still, he's been by Emily’s side for these past three years. Time can do strange things, and I’m worried she might be serious about him this time." "She’s not," Satan said firmly. "She doesn’t love Jackson." "But does she still love you?" Satan glanced at him, then shook his head. "I don’t know. Sometimes I wish she hated me. Love or hate, at least it means she still feels something for me." Allen patted him on the shoulder. "Take it easy. You need to rest and recover. Things with Emily will work themselves out in time." ... Olivia led Emily outside the hospital, taking her to a quiet garden behind the inpatient building.The night had already fallen, and the area was nearly deserted. Only the occasional passerby hurried past, oblivious to the tearful Olivia standing under a large tree, comforted by Emily. Olivia couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and sobbed, "Emily, I’m sorry for all the things I said earlier. Please don’t be mad at me. I was just so overwhelmed because I missed you so much..." "How could I be mad at you? We’ve known each other for years. I understand you better than anyone," Emily reassured her gently. Olivia managed a smile through her tears. "You even remembered the time I got that awful 23 in math." Emily chuckled. "Well, you did get the top score in literature for the whole school, so I remembered that too." "What good did that do? Besides literature, I was terrible at everything else..." Olivia waved it off, wiping her eyes. "Enough about that. Tell me about these past three years. I’m still trying to get used to your new face." Emily touched her cheek, smiling faintly. "There’s not much to tell. I took on a new identity and kept living." "Did Jackson help you with the new identity?" "Yes." Olivia muttered a curse. "I knew it. It had to be him. When everything happened so suddenly, I rushed to the hospital, but you were already in surgery. And when the doctor came out and said you and the baby didn’t make it, I was in shock. It never crossed my mind that something else was going on. By the time I started piecing things together, they told me your ashes had already been buried. That Jackson... How did he manage to sneak you out of the country right under everyone’s noses, especially from a hospital?" Emily didn’t know all the details from that time. She had been unconscious, only waking up on a ship with Jackson by her side, telling her that Satan had abandoned her and the baby. "He did manage to bring Emma back from abroad before, so I guess he has his ways." "True," Olivia nodded, then pulled Emily into a tight hug. "Anyway, I’m just glad you’re back. And I gotta say, you seem... stronger now." Emily laughed. "Do I really?" "Totally! You’ve got this aura about you now. Even if your appearance has changed, your presence is undeniable. Emily, I can tell that you’re doing well."Emily nodded. "Yeah, I’ve been doing alright." "What are you working on these days?" "I’m an architect." "Wow!" Olivia’s eyes lit up. "So you’re following in your father’s footsteps. Wait, no, actually, your mom was the real talent, right? Since Logan Morgan plagiarized her designs." Emily shared more about her current life. "The company I work for has a partnership with the Great Wall Group. I’ve been helping them with a project..." After listening to everything, Olivia sighed, "Fate works in strange ways, doesn’t it?" What she had once thought was a coincidence—that meeting in Rome—now didn’t seem so random. She was certain that Satan had been looking for Jackson and, after discovering his whereabouts in Rome, had gone there and found Emily. Even though her appearance and voice had changed, they had still recognized each other. It wasn’t fate. It was familiarity. "Emily, are you planning on getting back together with Satan?" Olivia asked carefully. "No," Emily replied firmly. "Once this project is done, I’m going back to England." Olivia’s face fell. "But I’m going to miss you." "You can always come visit me in England. You’re welcome anytime." "It’s not the same," Olivia sighed. "But I can’t stand in the way of your happiness. If you’re truly happy in England, then go. All I want is for you to be happy." "Thank you, Olivia." Olivia, though sad, had matured over the last three years. She took Emily’s hand and asked softly, "So... are you going to give Jackson a chance?" Emily paused for a long moment, then slowly shook her head. "I once thought I could," Emily said quietly. "But now I realize, I just can’t make myself love him. It wouldn’t be fair to Jackson."