221 Evidence Against Emma

Emily returned to the Morgan family late in the evening, with Mr. Satan driving her back.

They arrived at the doorstep, but Mr. Satan was reluctant to let her go.

"In the past, it was easy for us to meet. When I returned to Room 2307 at the Hilton Hotel at night, I could see you coming out of the kitchen in an apron, blushing, asking me whether to eat first or shower."

Thinking about those days at the Hilton Hotel, Emily also felt they were sweet.

Life was simple and happy then.

She cooked for him every day, did the laundry, waited for him to come home for dinner, and they slept in each other's arms. Just thinking about those days was enough to intoxicate her.

But they both carried too much baggage with their lives.

"I need to get justice for my mother," Emily said. "Do you have any progress on your private matters?"

"It will be over soon," Mr. Satan replied.

"Does Grandma know I'm pregnant?"

"She does," Mr. Satan said. "Despite staying in her room all day, she's good at getting infor