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 funeral, which was both

black coffin, there lay the soil Dylan’s mother had collected from the crash

paid their respects in quiet

stood solemnly with Dylan’s portrait in her

concluded, Dylan would

his death forms, and everything associated

to disrupt the proceedings— she

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

restrained herself from crying openly, allowing only

service, she visited the crash

and the spot where the helicopter had gone

a long

asked

over the business herself once the baby was

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