After calmly handing over the documents, Olivia gathered her personal belongings, preparing to leave.

"Hold on a moment, Olivia!"

Dylan interrupted abruptly. "I need to talk to you."

Olivia was taken aback by his suddenness. With her chin raised, she stood frozen in place. This was her way of withholding tears, avoiding pleading for Dylan's mercy, or subjecting herself to his harsh words.

With a bitter smile, Olivia spoke up. "What else is there to discuss? Are you suggesting that if I remain single for the next two years, then we might consider getting back together? Dylan, even if you're okay with the idea of me going back to Raphael, I can't bear the idea of you living with someone who isn't me! You used to promise you wouldn't do anything to upset me, but now you're going back on your word. I don't have anything more to say to you."