452 Then I Won't Go Back Abroad

Satan also bowed respectfully.

Emily spoke up, “You’re still recovering.”

“I should have visited him sooner,” Satan replied, his voice soft with regret. “I didn’t take good care of your father when he passed. I’m sorry.”

William’s grave was meticulously clean, likely thanks to Bert visiting earlier.

Family—mentioning them always softened Emily’s heart, no matter the situation.

“Emily, let’s go. It’s getting cold,” Satan gently urged.

Following his lead, Emily stood and placed the chrysanthemums on William’s grave. “William, if you need anything in heaven, don’t hesitate to come to me in my dreams. I won’t mind.”

The photo of the young William on the headstone showed him smiling brightly.

They spent the whole day at William’s grave, only deciding to head back to the hospital as dusk settled in.

While driving, Satan coughed lightly, trying to stifle the sound. Emily noticed immediately.

“You okay? Your throat sounds hoarse,” she asked with concern.