Soon after, Kiley got sick out of nowhere. She saw doctor after doctor, but nobody could figure out what was really wrong...

After Kiley left, Olivia pressed her cheek against Leyla's.

The baby's skin was soft and warm. Holding her close, Olivia whispered, “I want you to grow up soon but I'm also scared you'll grow up too soon."

She was still waiting for Dylan to come back.

If Leyla grew up too quickly, it would be like Dylan never existed.

That was how Olivia went about raising Leyla alone.

A year later, she took over Dylan's business.

She'd transformed, becoming independent and strong enough to stand on her own.

Leyla could walk by herself now, a whole sixteen months after her birth.

Raphael often came around to see them.

But he never approached them. Instead, he'd watch from afar while Olivia took Leyla out for walks...

Olivia didn't try to stop him, but she never spoke to him either. It was like he was just some random stranger in her life.

After a while, Raphael thought it was best for both of them.

At least he could still see her and their daughter from time to time.

It was a March evening.

Olivia went to a business dinner, and after a few drinks, she was feeling the buzz. Her assistant went down ahead to find the driver.

Olivia leaned against the glass wall of the elevator and rubbed her forehead with a slight frown.

The alcohol was hitting hard!

The elevator stopped and a man walked in.

It was Raphael.

Raphael didn't expect to see Olivia in the elevator. She was dressed in a sleek suit that showed off her figure.

After having the baby, Olivia had filled out a bit, and it made her even more stunning.

Of course, Raphael felt something when he saw her, given their history. Even though they only slept together twice, he remembered how soft and tender she was in his arms.

He said in a low voice, "You've had too much to drink, Olivia."