118 Father

She had finally awaited this day.

Emily wiped her face, feeling a slight dampness on her hands.

She had imagined her meeting with her father many times before. She thought he would take her to a fancy café and tell her interesting stories from Europe.

Unfortunately, she had guessed the beginning but not the ending.

"Emily."

Emily turned around to see Mr. Satan standing behind her.

They were at an amusement park, where many people wearing masks were performing, so he didn't appear too out of place, and no one looked at him strangely.

"Mr. Satan."

"Emily, don't cry. Let's go home."

She defiantly lifted her head. "I'm not crying."

Mr. Satan came over and took her hand. "Alright, no tears, Emily is the strongest."

They walked forward together, but her vision was already blurred with tears, and her voice choked up. "Did you wait long?"

"Not long. I've been waiting for you for over a decade. Waiting is nothing to me."

"Mr. Satan..."

"Hmm?" He stopped and turned to her. "What did you want to