Grace had set fire to her ex-husband’s old house this time. What a messed-up situation, and of course, it had to fall into his lap! "I know what's going on," Carol said. "But today, I really got to see her acting skills firsthand. She can cry on command in an instant—what a waste she isn’t an actress." …… Emily left the police station and headed straight to the Great Wall Group. It had started to drizzle outside. Strange weather. It's mid-winter, and instead of snow, it’s raining in New York. When she entered the office, Ken was visibly surprised. "Miranda? Are you feeling better?" "Me?" "Yeah, Dylan said you weren’t feeling well and needed to take a few more days off. Why are you here so soon? If you're still not well, you should rest. Don’t push yourself. I’ll help with company matters; you don’t have to overwork yourself." Emily smiled warmly. The support from those around her always helped lift her spirits. "Thanks, Ken." "Well, in this design business, there aren’t many people I admire. Our boss is one, his wife was another, and you’re the third." Emily chuckled. "That’s some serious flattery. I don’t even know how to respond." Ken grinned. "Hey, we’re all on the same team here. By the way, how’s the boss doing?" "Much better. Dylan’s been looking after him personally." "Oh, Dylan’s been at the office these past few days. Poor boss, all alone in the hospital. I wonder how he's managing meals, with the nurses busy attending to other patients. What about going to the bathroom? Does he have anyone to help him?" Emily laughed. "Are you trying to test me indirectly?" Ken quickly shook his head. "No, no, not at all! I’m just genuinely worried about the boss. You know, if he had someone close by taking care of him, wouldn’t that be nice?"Emily leaned back in her chair, her interest piqued. She glanced at Ken, who stood by her desk. He was definitely probing. Satan had interacted with her in ways that even someone as clueless as Ken must have noticed by now. Emily found it odd, though. Ken, usually so smooth, didn’t seem like someone who’d say something like this lightly. "Ken." "Huh? Just say what’s on your mind." "I remember you once mentioned something about Vincent’s wife. You were quite supportive of her, right?" Ken chuckled. "Of course! Emily was beautiful, kind, but she had a rough fate. God took her too soon, and when she went, the boss lost half of himself. Every time I think about it, I get this deep sadness." "And what if... your boss were to marry another woman in the future?" Ken froze. His smile grew awkward. "Well, he’s still young. He should get married and have kids eventually. He can’t stay single forever. It’s natural if he finds someone else he likes… but, you know..." "But what?" Ken sighed, his smile bittersweet. "Rationally, I think it’d be good for him to have someone by his side. But emotionally, it feels like a betrayal to Emily." Exactly what she thought. Emily smiled softly, shaking her head. "Miranda, you’re great, so I’ll be honest with you. If there was no Emily, I’d fully support you being with the boss. You’re talented, you’ve got a good personality, and the boss marrying you would be a blessing. I’d be happy for him. But the truth is, I know for certain that the boss will never forget Emily. And I’ll be frank: in some ways, you remind me of her. The way you talk, your expressions—you’re very similar. So I think, when the boss brought you in to head this project, it was because he saw Emily in you. But here’s the thing, you’re proud and confident. Are you willing to be someone’s replacement? Or live your life with a man whose heart is still with another woman?" Ken was laying it all out.The gist of it was clear: Vincent’s affection for her was because he saw her as a stand-in for Emily. Ken’s message was simple—he wanted her to think carefully before deciding to continue the relationship. But Ken didn’t know the full story. Her situation with Satan was far more complicated. "Ken, I understand. I appreciate your honesty and the fact that you see me as a friend." Ken felt a bit embarrassed, lighting a cigarette before immediately realizing. "Sorry, Miranda. It’s just habit. I’ll put it out." Emily’s throat felt a bit scratchy, so she grabbed a glass of water from the dispenser and took a drink. Ken hurried to open the windows to air out the smoke. "You know, the boss can’t stand the smell of cigarettes either. It irritates his throat, just like you." Emily smiled wryly. Both of them had suffered damage to their throats in that same fire. "Oh, by the way, Miranda, the luxury apartment project just broke ground. Will you have time to visit the site?" "When’s the groundbreaking ceremony?" "Tomorrow at 10 a.m. It’s a major project for our company. If the boss can’t attend, we need someone with authority to represent the company. But I won’t push—just see how your schedule looks." Emily nodded. "I should be able to make it. Dylan’s at the hospital with the boss, so I can’t slack off at work." Ken nodded, pleased. "Great, then we’ll go together tomorrow morning." "I’ll drive myself. My family is staying with me right now, so I’ll need to make breakfast for him in the morning." Ken was taken aback. "You’ve been with your family these past few days? You didn’t go to the hospital? I thought you were staying in the boss’s room, keeping him company..."