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.

families traveled abroad for Dylan’s

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

paid their respects in

portrait in

the funeral concluded, Dylan

forms, and everything associated with him would

remained composed, not wanting to disrupt the proceedings— she

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

crying openly, allowing

the service, she

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

there for a long while, absorbing the

her return to Duefron, she asked Edwin to temporarily manage

herself once the

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