311 This is My Boyfriend

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."

...

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

Emily brought some chicken soup, while Mr. Satan carried a lot of gifts, following behind her as they walked in.

William looked much better. Though his movements were still stiff and his speech a bit unclear, he was much improved.

Seeing him, Emily couldn't hold back her tears.

"How are you feeling? Do you have any discomfort?" Emily sat by the bed, looking at the many needle marks on William's hand with concern.

William was her only remaining family in this world.