Emily’s old home was just a tiny house. She had lived there for twenty years, cleaning it herself, and she had never found anything related to her mother.

Mr. Satan said, "Maybe we should visit your adoptive father."

Emily looked up at him.

Mr. Satan hugged her. "Whether it's your mother's belongings or our upcoming marriage, we should let him know."

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At the hospital, it was lunchtime, and the quiet hospital became lively.

Emily brought some chicken soup, while Mr. Satan carried a lot of ...