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.

abroad for Dylan’s funeral,

there lay the soil Dylan’s mother had collected

respects in

with Dylan’s portrait in her hands,

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

finalize his death forms, and everything associated with him would

composed, not wanting to disrupt the proceedings— she wanted to preserve every last trace of Dylan’s presence in the

solace in believing she would always be Dylan’s wife, the living testament to

strong and restrained herself from crying openly, allowing only quiet sobs

the service, she visited the

searched by Edwin and Marcus for numerous times, and the spot where the helicopter had gone down was

a long while, absorbing the

Duefron, she asked Edwin to temporarily manage Dylan’s

plans to take over the business herself once the baby was born, determined

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