Dylan held Mr. Satan's phone in his hand, Emily's name displayed on the screen, but he couldn't answer it right now.The phone rang incessantly, making him anxious. When the ringing finally stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief.His boss had too many secrets, and Emily was too smart. He feared that if he answered, he might inadvertently reveal something and cause trouble for his boss.They were at a law firm. Mr. Satan had been inside for over two hours and still hadn't come out.A few minutes later, the phone rang again.It was Emily, once more.He endured another agonizing three minutes until the ringing stopped, nearly throwing the phone in frustration.Just then, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the law firm.Dylan, seeing his boss, hurried over as if he had seen a savior. "Boss...""Hmm?" Mr. Satan seemed distracted, lost in thought, and not particularly interested in talking.Dylan handed him the phone. "Boss, Emily called."Mr. Satan finally focused. "Did you answe
In the hospital.Dylan's injuries were more severe and he was taken for further examination. The doctor disinfected Mr. Satan's wounds, and bandaged them."...Luckily, your wounds aren't too deep. Keep them dry for the next seven days.""Hmm," Mr. Satan stood up to leave. "Thank you."The doctor sighed. "Sir, our hospital has an excellent plastic surgery department. There are many ways to remove the scars on your face. You don't need to wear a mask all the time—it must be quite inconvenient for your daily life..."Mr. Satan had heard this many times. Every time he visited the hospital, doctors would say the same thing.But he always refused.As a child, he thought the scar should serve as a reminder of the painful past and the betrayal he had endured. Even up until today, he felt the same.But now..."Doctor, is there a way to restore my original appearance?"The doctor pondered for a moment. "The best method is skin grafting. That would yield the best results.""How long would that t
The sky gradually darkened.The dusky sunlight seemed to be desperately emitting its last rays of warmth. The setting sun flushed red, straining to leave its final trace of heat on the land.Waves of heat rolled in, bringing with them the stifling warmth of evaporating dew from the countryside. In a confined space, the only sound was the faint crying, laden with fear, unwillingness, and despair.Jackson sat on a wooden bench, holding a yellowed diary, flipping through it page by page.At his feet, Emma had her hands bound. Her eyes and mouth were covered, rendering her blind and mute to her surroundings."Well, well, your handwriting is quite good."Jackson closed the diary, sneering. "For over twenty years, your perseverance is truly commendable. You've meticulously recorded every bribe you've taken."Emma's body shrank. "I've already been ruined. What more do you want from me?"Jackson smirked. "What do you think?""I..." Emma hesitated. "Are you a relative of one of my patients? Ho
Seeing Emma for the first time, Emily almost didn't recognize her.In her memory, Emma was a sharp and capable woman with short hair.But who was this disheveled, pitiful woman before her?Jackson walked over and nudged Emma with his foot. "Hey!"Emma shuddered in fear, curling up in the corner."Now, you answer whatever we ask, got it?"Emma nodded quickly. "I will, I will. I won't dare to lie."Her eyes were still covered, making it impossible to see who was in front of her. She tilted her head slightly, waiting for the questions to begin.Jackson took out a recorder from his pocket, switched it on, and placed it in front of Emma.He signaled to Emily with his eyes. "You can start."Emily nodded, taking a deep breath to calm herself."Twenty-seven years ago, there was a pregnant woman named Lisa. What was the cause of her death?"Upon hearing the name "Lisa," Emma's head shot up. "Who... who are you?""Tell me!!!"Emma hesitated for a moment, her body trembling like the withered lea
When the truth unfolded before her, Emily could barely hear what Emma was saying anymore. She only saw Emma's mouth moving, her expression a mix of guilt and more prominently, resentment.Who was she resenting?It was Emily's mother who died. What right did Emma have to be resentful?"Emily!""Emily!"Who was calling her?Emily frowned, feeling a sharp pain in her hand. Her hand was bleeding.Olivia was petrified by Emily's sudden action, standing there frozen. Jackson, though slightly more composed, also looked distressed.Emily’s hand still clutched two broken pieces of wood, with splinters scattered on the ground. The wood was stained with dark red spots. Whether it was paint or blood was unclear."Emily, I know you're in a lot of pain right now, but try to calm down..." Jackson held her hand, which was as cold as ice. He squeezed it, hoping his warmth could reach her, but Emily seemed soulless, hearing nothing, reacting to nothing.Olivia snapped out of her shock and hurriedly hel
Emily's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.Everything was dark around her, with only a small light on the car roof.The dim light cast a shadow over half her face, making her look even more pale and haggard.Jackson frowned and softened his voice, “Emily…”“Thank you, Jackson,” Emily forced a smile. “Whatever the truth is, I can accept it. My mother can’t just die in vain. I’ve been her daughter for twenty-seven years, and I’ve never done anything for her.”Jackson sighed, “Don’t be sad, Emily. This isn’t your fault. You don’t know the grudges of the previous generation, so why punish yourself for their mistakes?”“I’m not sad,” Emily turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and Jackson wanted to pull her into his arms, but his rational mind told him he couldn’t. She was already engaged to another man, carrying his child, and had a bright future ahead. He couldn’t ruin it for his own selfish reasons.“I’m angry,” Emily said.Her biological father had taken her mother’s l
In the familiar room 2307, Emily found a long-lost sense of security.To be precise, it was Mr. Satan’s warm embrace that made her feel so protected. She snuggled against his shoulder, relishing the feeling of being safe.“Emily.”“Yeah?”Mr. Satan sat down on the sofa with her on his lap, gently combing a few strands of her hair with his fingers. “How are you feeling?”Emily, holding onto his neck, felt sleepy. “...I should be okay.”“Should be?”“Here,” she pressed on her chest. “It still hurts a bit. You’re right, anger and resentment only feel better when let out.”Mr. Satan chuckled softly, tapping her nose. “You were fierce today, almost putting a hole in Emma’s head.”Emily shrank into his arms. “...You know about that?”“I told you, I know everything about you.”“Mr. Satan, sometimes I really suspect you have a camera on me, watching live broadcasts all the time.”Mr. Satan shifted her in his arms and laughed. “If the law and you allowed it, I think it’s a good idea. At least
Allen Parker said, "From my observations, and from Olivia’s point of view, I think Emily won’t be blinded by hatred. Her feelings for you aren’t fake. She’ll cherish you."“No,” Mr. Satan replied. “From the moment she moved into the Morgan’s house to investigate her mother’s death, I knew she harbored hatred. She can overlook other things, but when it comes to her bottom line, she can be ruthless.”Allen Parker fell silent at these words.As someone who knew Mr. Satan’s secret, Allen Parker felt a deep sense of powerlessness.It seemed like God had been toying with these two unfortunate souls. One was abandoned by his mother in a fire, the other betrayed by her husband and cousin.But they met, fell in love, and just when they were about to live a happy life, their past pains became their stumbling blocks.Carol and Nathan, these two names were destined to be their doom.For over twenty years, these names had been demons, persistent sources of pain for Mr. Satan.Allen Parker sighed d