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.

Evans and Fowler families traveled abroad for Dylan’s funeral, which was

the soil Dylan’s mother had collected from the crash

their respects in quiet

solemnly with Dylan’s portrait

Dylan would truly be gone

and

she wanted to preserve every last trace of Dylan’s presence in the

in believing she would always be

herself from crying openly, allowing only

the service, she

times, and the spot where the helicopter

for a long while, absorbing the

asked Edwin to

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

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