320 Nathan in Prison

By the time they returned to the Hilton Hotel, it was already evening.

Emily's belly had grown. She had been busy all day and was now utterly exhausted.

But she couldn't bear to part with the design drawing her mother had left behind. She lay in bed, holding the drawing up to the light, trying to find any other traces her mother might have left.

"This design was created by my mom in her senior year. She must have been pregnant with me at that time," Emily murmured.

Mr. Satan gently took the drawing from her hands, carefully folded it, and placed it on the nearby table. "You will have plenty of time to look at it later. Get some rest now."

"But I can't sleep," Emily said. "People say handwriting reflects a person’s character. My mom’s handwriting is so delicate; she must have been very gentle, right?"

It had been over twenty years. Who could say for sure?

Mr. Satan lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms. "Yes, you must be very much like her."

His warm embrace made Emily feel dr