She yelled hysterically, "Do you realize what you're saying, Raphael? How can such a woman be fit to marry into the Jones family? Tell me you have nothing to do with her! Say it!"

Raphael stared intently at Olivia, seemingly oblivious to his mother's outburst.

He should have moved past this long ago.

Yet, seeing Olivia in a loving relationship sparked jealousy and resentment within him.

How had she moved on so quickly? What was the point of his lingering animosity all these years?

Olivia's face was pale, her lips quivered, but no words came out.

Was this her fault?

Her body had been diagnosed as unfit for conception, and she had already come to accept she'd never get pregnant. Besides, Raphael had forced her to take a contraceptive pill after that night they spent together. Now, as her relationship with Dylan flourished and their wedding approached, she found herself pregnant with Raphael's child.

To make matters worse, the father of the child continued to complicate her life.

Lowering her eyes, Olivia smiled faintly. "Mr. Jones, thank you for your kind words. Dylan and I both appreciate it."

She then clung gently to Dylan's arm, her voice soft yet determined, as if speaking both to herself and to Raphael. “I'm pregnant. I'll take good care of the baby. Don't worry, Mr. Jones. From now on, you should focus on those close to you and leave me out of your concerns."

Turning to Kiley, she continued, "Mrs. Jones, don't worry. So many years have passed, and I have no feelings left for your son. I was naive when I was younger. I won't get involved with him again."

With a soft chuckle, Olivia looked up at Dylan. “Let's go buy the folic acid," she said softly.

Dylan gazed at her quietly, his expression tender. He reached out and gently stroked her head, his actions filled with affection and care.

They bought the folic acid from the pharmacy and departed, leaving Raphael and Kiley behind.

Kiley, still bewildered, kept talking. "I don't get it. That man looks decent. Why is he with Olivia? She's damaged goods now."

"Mom!" Raphael interjected sharply, startling Kiley.

She regained her composure and then said, “When are you planning to marry Sharon? Olivia's expecting, and you're still single. It doesn't seem right. Plus, with all the misdeeds of the Evans family, who knows what issues Olivia's baby might have?"

A headache began to form for Raphael as he quickly got Kiley into the car, shut the door, and instructed the driver to leave.

As the vehicle started, Kiley rolled down the window. "Aren't you coming?"

It was a sunny day in April. Raphael, standing in the sun, replied gloomily, "I want some time to myself."

Kiley, wanting to add more but deterred by the stern look on Raphael's face, remained silent.

She blamed Olivia for Raphael's unhappiness, convinced that if she had never pursued him, he wouldn't be in this pain.

The car pulled away.