270 He’s Nathan’s Brother

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