Emily smiled and nodded, "I'll remember that." Adam was currently dating someone. He will probably be busy around Christmas. After the nurse finished dressing Bert’s wound, she reminded him, “Make sure to keep the wound dry for the next few days, especially when you shower.” Emily quickly thanked the nurse earnestly. After picking up some medication, Emily turned to Bert and said, “You should stay at my place tonight.” “You’re staying in a hotel, aren’t you? Getting an extra room will cost a lot. I’d rather go to a friend’s house,” Bert protested. “The hotel is covered by the company. We don’t have to pay for it ourselves.” Bert looked skeptical. “Really?” “Of course, it’s true. You know my boss is really nice.” “Well... alright, but won’t it be inconvenient for you, being a girl and all?” “I… I’m not staying there at night anyway,” Emily replied. Bert’s expression turned serious. “Where are you staying then?” “I’m sleeping at the office. It’s almost Christmas, and I have a lot of work to finish before the holidays.” Bert felt a pang of sympathy. “You’ve always worked so hard, ever since you were little.” Emily reassured him, “It’s just how life is. But honestly, I enjoy working. This project is fulfilling my mom’s legacy, and I want to make her proud.” Though her voice was gentle, Emily’s resolve was evident. Seeing her determination, Bert eventually relented. “Alright, but from now on, I’ll cook for you and bring it over.” Emily raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Since when do you know how to cook?” “I live alone, so I had to learn.” Emily teased, “Maybe I should find you a wife, then?”Bert blushed. “I’m too old for that. I’ve got no money and no house. Who would want to marry me? You should focus on getting yourself married first!” Emily thought about her promise to Meggie. She paused for a moment, deciding it was time to share the news with Bert. “Bert, I might be getting married soon.” “What?!” Bert was shocked. “To who?” “Well, remember that trip to Rome? Someone from the tour group.” Bert immediately objected. “But that was a senior citizens’ group! Most of the people were over sixty. You can’t be marrying an old man!” Emily laughed, “He’s not an old man. He’s only four years older than me, a young guy. You met him when we gathered at the hotel. He was the last one to arrive.” Bert thought for a moment, then recalled, “Was he the one who left early without saying goodbye?” “Yes, that’s him.” Bert frowned, remembering the young man. “He seemed decent, well-dressed, probably from a good family. But that’s not what’s important. You need to look at his character and his family’s character.” Knowing Bert could go on forever, Emily quickly interrupted, “Don’t worry. You trust my judgment, don’t you?” “Nathan ended up in prison, remember? How can I trust your judgment?” Emily was momentarily speechless, caught off guard by Bert’s comment. He patted her hand gently, “It’s your life, your decision. I won’t interfere. If you really like him, go for it. Just promise me you’ll protect yourself this time.” Emily placed her hand on Bert’s, squeezing it firmly. “I will.” “Emily,” came a familiar raspy voice from a distance. Emily was surprised. “Why are you out here? Did the nurse check on you? What did she say?” “I’m fine. Don’t worry,” Satan responded politely, nodding at Bert. “Hello.” Bert seemed pleased with Satan’s demeanor and smiled warmly. “Hello, hello! I remember you from Rome.”Satan nodded, “Yes, we met there.” “It must be fate! I had a good feeling about you back then, and now you’re marrying our Emily—uh, I mean, Miranda.” Satan looked at Emily in surprise. She lowered her head, pretending to fix her hair, avoiding his gaze. Satan quickly realized that she was referring to the wedding Meggie had been pushing for. He had assumed it would be a quiet affair, but she had already told Bert? Did that mean she was treating the wedding as something real? “There was a fire at Bert’s place, so he’ll be staying in my hotel room for now,” Emily explained to Satan. “I’m going to take him back.” “I’ll drive you both,” Satan offered. “There’s no need. You should rest.” “It’s my responsibility,” Satan insisted, and without waiting for further objection, he headed off to the parking lot. Bert leaned over to Emily and whispered, “This young man is impressive—polite and level-headed.” Emily smiled but said nothing. “Why are you smiling?” Bert asked. “I’m smiling because he’s already won you over,” Emily teased. Bert waved her off, “You’re thirty now, and with your parents gone, you know how much I’ve worried about your marriage. When you were abroad, I thought you were dating Jackson. I was torn up about it for a long time. Jackson’s a good guy, but he’s not right for you. His temper’s too fiery. He needs someone more easygoing. You’re like your mom—gentle on the surface, but stubborn at your core. You two wouldn’t have worked out.” As they chatted, a sleek black SUV pulled up in front of them. Emily and Bert got into the backseat. Satan glanced at them through the rearview mirror but remained silent. “What should I call you?” Bert asked. “I’m Vincent Norman,” Satan replied. “Oh, Vincent,” Bert said with a grin. “You drive pretty smoothly. I could never sit in Jackson’s car—he drives like he’s in a go-kart race…”