In the doorway, Laura also wept silently.

These days, she felt as devastated as Olivia.

Dylan had been Like family to her.

Holding her belly, Olivia gazed out of the French window, lost in thought.

“Edwin… I still can’t believe Dylan is gone,” she murmured.

Hearing this, Edwin found himself at a loss for words.

The likelihood of Dylan’s survival was almost nonexistent.

The site was chaotic, and despite their efforts, the rescue team found no trace of Dylan or his DNA.

The forensic expert shared their opinions but Edwin couldn’t bring himself to share that Olivia, thinking perhaps it was kinder for her to hold on to hope.

for Dylan’s

black coffin, there lay the soil

their respects in quiet

with Dylan’s portrait in her hands,

that once the funeral concluded, Dylan would truly be gone from

his death forms, and everything

wanting to disrupt the proceedings— she wanted to preserve every last trace of Dylan’s presence

found a small solace in believing she would always be Dylan’s wife, the

herself from crying

she visited the crash

Marcus for numerous times, and the spot where the helicopter had gone

there for a long

Duefron, she asked Edwin to temporarily

plans to take over the business herself once the

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