"But I don't even know whose child I'm carrying now," Emily said. "So... let me touch you, can I? No lights, I just want to feel your face."

Mr. Satan remained silent for a long time.

Inside suite 2307 of the Hilton Hotel, it was exceptionally quiet.

The phone rang.

Emily's phone was ringing.

It was Jackson calling.

Emily hesitated, unsure whether to answer Jackson's call at this moment. He would likely be asking about her situation or inquiring about Mr. Satan's whereabouts. But ...