He embraced her gently, his voice soft. "My parents won't live with us. We hardly see them twice a year, so they won't notice anything. And as for your family, I don't think your brother is keen but won't likely say anything even if he discovers the truth. Olivia, it only matters who loves and raises the child, not who donates the sperm."

Olivia was concerned that it wasn't fair to Dylan.

He stroked her head and sighed softly. "I don't want to give up the happiness I've finally found."

That night, sleep eluded them. They lay side by side, each clutching the blanket, talking quietly in the darkness. Dylan held her hand throughout, preventing her nightmares.

At dawn, Dylan took her to the hospital for a check-up.

The blood test confirmed she was eight weeks pregnant.

Olivia scrutinized the report over and over. Dylan, holding her shoulder gently, said, “Take your time to read it."

She sensed that Dylan was somehow more accepting of the situation than she was.

With his arm around her waist, he suggested, “Let's go to the pharmacy to get you some folic acid."

She knew little about such things, but Dylan had spent the previous night researching extensively. Though he might claim otherwise, as a man, he couldn't be completely unaffected by the situation. Yet, he was determined not to lose Olivia and would love the child as if it were his own.

At the pharmacy door, they unexpectedly ran into Raphael.

Raphael, who had accompanied Kiley to the doctor appointment, was also there to buy medicine. The encounter was extremely awkward.

Kiley was visibly disturbed.

She had not anticipated seeing Olivia again. After urging her to leave Raphael, Kiley thought their paths would never cross again. Yet, here they were, unexpectedly face to face.

Olivia seemed to have a good life. The man beside her was tall and sturdy. Meanwhile, Kiley was displeased, knowing Raphael was struggling.

Although Sharon was with Raphael, Kiley was aware that her son was unhappy, unlike Olivia, who had found a new boyfriend.

Kiley's tone was tinged with sarcasm as she addressed Olivia, "Miss Evans, long time no see. Is this your husband?"

Olivia's complexion turned pale.

She faced the mother and son, holding tight to the pregnancy test report in her hand.

Raphael, trying to coax his mother away, caught a glimpse of the report. Though he had never fathered a child, he recognized the terms on the document.

Seeing how Dylan cared for Olivia, a chill ran through him.

The report slipped from Olivia's fingers. Just as she reached to retrieve it, Raphael's slender hand was quicker.

“Eight weeks pregnant!" he muttered repeatedly before looking up at Olivia with a sharp tone. “Eight weeks, Miss Evans. It seems you moved in with Mr. Wright right after that night. Did you just leave my bed to jump into his? I heard you're getting married. Congratulations!"

Kiley was the first to lose her composure.