Emily remembered what Dylan had once mentioned: Satan had nearly all his skin burned in that fire. Was that why he couldn’t feel heat? A pang of sorrow twisted her heart, and she found herself frowning. “Emily, are you alright?” Satan asked, his voice filled with concern. “I’m fine,” she replied quickly. “I’ll just get back to cooking… Why don’t you keep Bert company?” Emily hurried back to the kitchen, picking up a carrot and mindlessly peeling it. Why am I feeling this way? She chided herself. I shouldn’t be rattled. And yet, every time she met his gaze, her heart couldn’t help but race. In the bedroom, Satan held the cup of hot water she’d given him. Bert glanced over. “Did Emily bring that for you?” Satan smiled softly. “Yes.” “I knew it! She cares for you, even if she doesn’t show it well,” Bert chuckled. “Have you two set a wedding date?” Satan shook his head. “I haven’t had the chance to discuss it with her yet.” “Well, the sooner, the better. You’re both at a good age for marriage, and I’m sure your family is eager to see you settle down,” Bert added, grinning. “Yes, my grandmother has been hoping for great-grandchildren.” Bert laughed heartily. “That’s how it is with older folks. I never cared much for kids before, but now, as I get older, I’ve found myself wishing I had some. I never married, never had children, so Emily is all I have. She’s like my own daughter. I hope you two marry because I can see you’re a good man who’ll treat her well.” Satan nodded with genuine appreciation. “Thank you.” “Let’s arrange for me to meet your family sometime soon.” “Of course,” Satan agreed readily. “I’ll make the arrangements.” After about half an hour, Emily finished cooking. The spread was simple yet hearty, with four dishes and a soup. She had even prepared a pot of porridge, letting it simmer slowly on the stove. Bert and Satan ended their conversation and joined her in the dining area. “Ah, I could smell the food from the other room,” Bert said happily. “Emily’s cooking is always exceptional!” Emily blushed slightly. “Uncle…” “What? Am I wrong?” he teased. “You’re just overdoing it with the compliments.” Bert laughed. “Vincent, what do you think? Am I overdoing it?” Satan smiled, sincerity in his eyes. “Not at all.” Bert, feeling validated, grinned even wider. “See? As long as it makes the listener feel good, the one receiving the compliment has no say in the matter.” Emily laid out the dishes, and the three of them sat around the small table to eat. Bert turned to Satan. “Vincent, when you’re better, let’s share a proper drink together.” Satan nodded. “I’d like that.” “It’s been a long time since I felt this happy,” Bert said with a sigh. “If only Emily’s parents could be here to see this wedding.” Emily’s eyes glistened with emotion. “Uncle, let’s eat.” “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Bert said, wiping a tear. “I never imagined I’d be the last one here to see her get married. We’ve been through so much—the loss, the hardships. And those two, Logan and Grace, left our family in ruins. It feels so unfair.” After the meal, Bert insisted Emily walk Satan out. She quickly changed her clothes and joined Satan in the elevator. His face was a healthier shade, his recovery more visible now. “What are you planning to do about Grace and Sophia?” he asked. “With damages totaling forty thousand, the judge might sentence them to four years.” Emily frowned. “Only four?” “There was no loss of life, so it’s likely to be a lighter sentence. With good behavior, they might even get out in three.” Emily’s frustration was apparent. “They destroyed my mother and father’s belongings and burned our home, yet they’ll only serve three years?”“How long do you think they should be in there?” he asked, his tone supportive. “The longer, the better,” Emily said coldly. “All the pain they’ve caused can’t be erased with just three years.” Satan nodded. “I’ll take care of it.” Emily looked up, intrigued. “You have a plan?” “I’ll find a way,” he assured her. “We can’t let them out only to hurt others. Sophia might not be capable of much, but Grace certainly isn’t harmless. She’s still manipulating Mandy for money.” Emily was shocked. “Really?” “Yes.” “But after all the times Grace has deceived her, how can Mandy still fall for it?” “Grace has a knack for making people dependent on her. She used that to become Mrs. Morgan by understanding Logan’s weaknesses. She’s doing the same with Mandy now. Mandy doesn’t have close friends here, and Grace is the only one willing to flatter her. She’s paying for someone to tell her what she wants to hear.” Emily sighed. “It’s so baffling…” “My grandmother once said that a person like Mandy, born into a powerful family, would inevitably become a target for manipulation. If my father hadn’t protected her all these years, who knows how many times she’d have been taken advantage of?” Emily added, “She must feel somewhat insecure herself, especially with Bryden being Alex’s biological son.” “That’s why I plan to leave the company to Bryden eventually,” he said with a faint smile. Emily stopped in her tracks, looking at him. “What do you mean?” “It’s in my will,” he replied softly, with no trace of bitterness. “If I hadn’t met you in Rome, I don’t think I would’ve had the strength to keep going. Before that trip, I’d already written my will, dividing all my assets equally between Bryden and Janet.”