At Vincent's mansion."Emma... Emma..." A hoarse and feeble voice echoed.Sweat covered Harry's forehead. He squinted his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled continuously. Alone in the cold space, he lay on the bed, tossing and turning but unable to wake up. It seemed like his mind was engulfed by a terrible nightmare.Just as Vincent opened the door and saw Harry's strange condition, thinking the drug addiction had flared up, he immediately locked Harry's hands with a pair of cuffs.Harry struggled for a while before sitting up, his eyes wide open, shouting loudly, "Emma!"Looking down at his handcuffed hands, he breathed heavily, turning to Vincent with a bewildered expression, "Emma... Where is she? You are...""I'm Vincent, don't you recognize me?" Vincent waved his hand in front of Harry and asked suspiciously. He placed a glass of water on the table and then touched Harry's forehead to check his body temperature."Even if I were stupid, I would still recognize your hateful face.""

"Thank goodness, you've finally woken up."Emma sat for hours by the hospital bed, tightly holding Harry's large hand, waiting for him to wake up. Finally, the man who had been asleep for two whole days regained consciousness.After Vincent found the antidote for Harry, he informed Brian of this news. Immediately after, Brian and Christine flew to Italy.The three of them, exhausted, napped on the sofa but were quickly awakened and approached the hospital bed. Christine gently rubbed Emma's petite shoulders, leaning down to wipe away the tears streaming down her face."You guys..." Harry struggled to open his heavy eyes, observing his friends standing around.Emma hurriedly leaned closer to him, placing her hand on his forehead to check his temperature once again, anxiously asking, "Are you feeling better? Any pain anywhere? Is the antidote working?""Emma, calm down. Dr. Carter examined and confirmed negative results. He'll recover quickly since he's in good health," Brian calmly sta

"Absolutely not. There must be some mistake here."Emma stood up abruptly, slamming the test results onto the table. She pointed at the paper, one hand leaning heavily on the table, and raised her voice in an angry interrogation of the young doctor, "Are you sure you haven't mixed up someone else's results?""Madam, I assure you these results are completely accurate. The paper even has the names of this gentleman and the child written on it.""Immediately retest for me." Harry gritted his teeth as he spoke. He leaned both hands on the table, his gaze like bullets putting pressure on the young doctor.The doctor, trembling, held up the paper and looked through it hesitantly, stammering, "You can request a retest, but it's after office hours now, and the DNA testing lab won't be operational. You can come back tomorrow to receive the results.""Fine, no need for a retest. We accept these results."Only now did Manuel speak up in his calm and composed voice. A faint glint appeared in his c

"You've gone mad! The police have sealed off the landslide area; they'll quickly rescue anyone in distress. Stay put here for me!" Manuel commanded in a cold tone.He firmly held Emma's hands to prevent her from running forward."Let me go. I just came to check the situation. Harry and Charlie both went in that direction; they might have found a safe place," Emma protested."Stay here for me!" he repeated.Suddenly, his gaze focused on a black car passing on the other side of the mountain slope. A cold glint appeared in his eyes as he pressed Emma down under the seat.Uncomfortable with his rough actions, Emma raised her voice, "What are you doing? You still haven't answered me about why you're here. I'll go wherever I want.""Listen to me; you must not leave this area. Everything that happens after this must follow the police's arrangements." Manuel lowered his voice, looked at her seriously, and spoke a few words before quickly running off.Emma stared at his retreating figure in be

In the capital city."Do you dare to show up at my doorstep?!" The fierce roaring voice carried immense anger, shaking the entire small villa.Mr. Garcia brandished a broom, driving Harry out towards the main gate. His chest heaved with rage, and he thrust the broom without mercy at Harry, but luckily he still avoided it.Pointing his finger directly at Harry's face, Mr. Garcia patted his chest to calm his breathing and said, "Get out of my sight quickly. Do you think bringing gifts to please me, I will allow you to be with my daughter?”The front door slammed shut, leaving Harry standing there looking pitiful and helpless.It seemed that the real difficulty had just arrived.A few hours earlier."Do you think this suit looks okay on me? Handsome enough? Does an all-black look from head to toe make me too scary?"Harry continuously adjusted his hairstyle while looking in the mirror. He then turned around for Emma and Charlie to admire. He nervously straightened the edges of his vest a