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.

Both the Evans and Fowler families traveled abroad for Dylan's funeral, which was both simple and dignified.

Inside the black coffin, there lay the soil Dylan's mother had collected from the crash site. Everyone paid their respects in quiet mourning. Olivia stood solemnly with Dylan's portrait in her hands, clutching it tightly.

She understood that once the funeral concluded, Dylan would truly be gone from this world. His parents would finalize his death forms, and everything associated with him would fade away.

Despite her grief, Olivia remained composed, not wanting to disrupt the proceedings— she wanted to preserve every last trace of Dylan's presence in the world.

Yet, Olivia found a small solace in believing she would always be Dylan's wife, the living testament to his existence.

She stayed strong and restrained herself from crying openly, allowing only quiet sobs to escape.

Following the service, she visited the crash site.

The area had been thoroughly searched by Edwin and Marcus for numerous times, and the spot where the helicopter had gone down was scorched from the fire.

She lingered there for a long while, absorbing the reality.

Upon her return to Duefron, she asked Edwin to temporarily manage Dylan's company.

Olivia had plans to take over the business herself once the baby was born, determined to continue Dylan's legacy.

She began learning how to run a company and at the same time, laid out plans for herself and the baby. She continued living in the same apartment and even registered a new SIM card under Dylan's name.

Every month, she received numerous bills and bank messages.

By the end of October, birthday greetings for Dylan also arrived.

Sitting in the living room, Olivia scrolled through these texts with a faint smile, believing that if she acted as if everything were normal, Dylan might return someday.

Unbeknownst to Olivia, each night, someone else sat quietly downstairs in the car.

It was Raphael.

He had learned of Dylan's tragic incident through both local and international media and knew Olivia must be devastated. Yet, he chose not to disturb her, sitting silently in solidarity.