"The highway?" "Yes, he's on the Ring Road elevated highway, and it's currently rush hour. There's heavy traffic on the highway, and it took a while for the ambulance to reach the scene." Emily's palms were sweating. "What's Jackson's condition?" "I'm not sure. All I know is that eleven people died on the spot. Nine others are being treated at the scene, waiting for the next ambulance. No one knows how Jackson is right now..." Satan, sitting beside her, asked, "Which highway?" "The Ring Road..." His car immediately accelerated, speeding out of the hospital parking lot and merging into traffic, heading straight for the Ring Road. Dylan was still on the phone, giving instructions. "Ma'am, I’ll keep an eye on Jackson’s condition. I've already notified the Parker family. You should stay in the hospital and take care of Mr. Norman. Leave the rest to me." "There's no time." "What?" "We're... on our way to the scene." Satan suddenly took the phone from Emily and spoke directly to Dylan. "At all costs, save whoever you can. Understand?" "You mean save Jackson?" "Save everyone," Satan said. "We’ll be there soon." "But, sir, your health..." Satan hung up before Dylan could finish. He handed the phone back to Emily, his voice suddenly soft and comforting. "Don’t worry. It’ll be okay." Emily bit her lip, unable to speak. She knew Jackson’s reckless driving habits better than anyone. He had always been reckless, ever since they first met. Bert had always refused to ride with him because of it. And now, in a state of anger, he had caused this accident. He might be the one most severely injured...Emily couldn’t bear to think about it any longer. The crash site was far from the hospital where Satan was staying—at least a 90-minute drive. New York’s evening rush had begun, the streets packed with cars. The more they hurried, the more they were stuck at red lights. Emily’s anxiety burned inside her, but her hands and feet were cold, unable to warm up. "What am I going to do... What if something really happens to Jackson? How will I explain this to his family?" Satan reached over, taking her hand. "Don’t be scared, Emily. Don’t be scared. I’m here." Emily pulled her hand away and buried her face in her palms. "If Jackson dies... can you bring him back?" The car fell into an eerie silence. Satan didn’t answer. He, too, was afraid of what they might find. Ring, ring— The phone’s ring shattered the stillness. Emily quickly answered, "Allen! How’s Jackson...?" "Don’t worry, Jackson’s already been taken to the hospital." "...Really?" Emily felt all the strength drain from her body as she slumped into her seat, her voice shaky. Allen’s voice was low and calm. "He’s in bad shape, but the doctors say his life isn’t in danger. He’ll probably be bedridden for quite a while. I just wanted to let you know, so you don’t have to worry." "That’s good... as long as he’s alive..." "Where’s Vincent?" "He’s... right here next to me." "Well, I’ve got this covered. You two should head back to the hospital. Vincent shouldn’t be out and about. Jackson is my brother, and it’s my responsibility to handle this. Vincent needs to focus on recovering." Satan had done this all for her. Emily bit her lip, trembling slightly."Alright, listen to me—head back. Tell Vincent to rest up. I’ll take care of Jackson." "...Okay." After hanging up, she looked over at Satan. He seemed to sense her calm returning and asked, "Is it all okay now?" "Jackson is seriously hurt, but he’s in the hospital now." Satan let out a long sigh. "OK." "Allen says you should go back to the hospital." She added, "Let’s head back." Satan didn’t immediately turn the car around but instead asked, "Do you want to go see Jackson?" "I..." "If you want to, I’ll take you," Satan said. "If he’s that important to you, I’ll take you to him." He was giving her the choice. But in this situation, how could she decide? Both Vincent and Jackson needed care. Jackson had Allen and the entire Parker family by his side, but what about Satan? He was the eldest son of the Norman family, but the only person who truly cared about him was Meggie. Alex was likely away on business, unaware of his son’s hospitalization. And Mandy? She was no help at all. In the end, Satan was the one who was truly alone. "...Let’s go back." "Emily, are you sure?" "Yes," Emily said. "Once Jackson is stable, I’ll visit him. Right now, his family will be with him. It’s not the right time for me to be there." Satan didn’t argue, simply replying with a soft "Okay." …"What? A car accident?" Mandy’s eyes widened. "Jackson is still engaged to Janet. He’s been MIA for the past three years, and now he suddenly gets into a car accident?" They were sitting in a nightclub. Outside, the dance floor was awash with neon lights and loud music. The booth they were in was quieter but still carried the club's lively atmosphere. Mandy had never been in such a place before. If Grace hadn’t invited her, she would never have set foot in such an establishment. Grace turned her phone around, showing the news. "It’s Jackson, alright. Mandy, is Janet still hung up on him? That man has only ever cared about Emily, even though she’s been dead for years." Mandy scoffed. "Emily’s ghost won’t leave us alone, huh? Even in death, she’s haunting Jackson, making him leave home and disappear for years. She already bewitched Vincent, and she almost had Bryden wrapped around her finger too—he hasn’t come home in ages either." "Didn’t you say Bryden was traveling? How long has this trip been?" Mandy rolled her eyes. "That’s just an excuse. After that wench Emily died, Bryden couldn’t handle it. If Vincent hadn’t been bedridden and at death’s door, he probably would’ve fought him over it." Grace, now working as a janitor at the nightclub, looked much older than her years, her once regal demeanor replaced by a tired and worn expression. But she hadn’t cut ties with Mandy yet.