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
After hanging up, Satan stood on the balcony for a while, letting the cold wind blow away the smell of smoke on him.Emily, pregnant, couldn’t stand the smell of smoke.He turned to look at the bedroom, where Emily was still asleep on the large bed.A series of busy events and setbacks had worn her out. Mr. Satan looked at her sleeping face and slightly curled his lips.She was only twenty-six, yet she had already endured a lifetime’s worth of experiences.The father she had longed for over twenty years had become someone else’s husband and father. Her mother’s death, caused by her father’s abandonment, was a burden Emily couldn’t bear.He and Emily were very similar. They were both abandoned by their parents.But their choices were the same. He fought to survive and had grown strong enough for revenge, while Emily had also fought to persist, though her struggles were greater. He had the Norman family, while Emily only had a sick adoptive father and countless troubles.Back in the bed
Emily could no longer comprehend how to react to the avalanche of explosive news.Yes, she hated Nathan and Carol.The pain they caused her was beyond words.But hearing they had been knocked from their lofty heights was still a bit of a shock.Who in New York had such power?Emily softly asked, "...Is this the matter you said you would resolve in a week?""...Yes."Emily bit her lip, "Then you...""Emily, let me ask you a question first," Mr. Satan said. "Do you hate Logan?"The answer was obvious. "I hate him very much.""If God gave you the chance to avenge yourself, what would you want for him?"Emily clenched her teeth. "I want him disgraced, to lose everything he holds dear, and to kneel before my mother’s grave in repentance.""That can be arranged," Mr. Satan replied. "I’m on my way to you now. Change your clothes and come downstairs. We can start by making him repent for his sins."...Mr. Satan took her to the Taylor Group.It was just after office hours.He parked the car i
Grace waved her phone, its golden exterior glinting in the sunlight, almost blinding those who looked directly at it.What could be on her phone?Logan’s expression remained unchanged, though he sighed softly. "Grace, this is between us. Why bring it to the company? Our relationship has soured, but after over twenty years together, I believe I have a clear conscience towards you."Bobby, one of Logan’s protégés, immediately stepped in front of him, acting as a bodyguard. "Grace, do you really have to ruin Mr. Morgan? He’s bought you everything you wanted for years. Designer bags, high-end cosmetics, what more do you want?"As Bobby stepped forward, others also started defending Logan, pointing fingers at Grace.Grace laughed coldly. "Mr. Morgan, I don’t want to make this ugly. But what's on this phone will destroy the image you’ve carefully built over twenty years. You should think it over. I’ll be waiting in the café. If you don’t come, this will be online by tomorrow. Think about it
Grace’s expression instantly changed. "You think you can pin it all on me? ""How can it be pinning it on you when it’s what you did? Oh, and I remember, wasn’t I already at the airport when you used my phone to call Emma? Grace, how could you do that, especially when you were still married to your ex-husband? You see, it all makes sense now."Grace’s brows furrowed deeply. "Logan, don’t forget, Herry is your only son. If you really want to destroy me, I can guarantee you’ll never find Herry for the rest of your life."Logan shrugged indifferently. "Herry is my only son, but I’m only in my fifties. Once Emily marries into the Norman family, my status will elevate further. Many women will be eager to bear my children.""Ha!" Grace suddenly burst into a wild laugh. "Good thing I prepared something. I never trusted you, you beast."Her gaze dropped to Logan’s lower abdomen, and she smirked coldly. "Logan, you probably can’t perform with women anymore, can you?"Logan felt a chill under h