At the airport, before passing through security, Dylan suddenly turned, pulling Olivia and Leyla into a warm embrace. He reassured them gently, “I'll be back in about ten days. It'll be soon."

Olivia remained quiet, absorbing his promise.

After a pause, she noted the time. "It's late. Time to board."

Dylan hugged Leyla once more, kissing her before he reluctantly headed to his gate.

Olivia and Leyla watched his plane ascend until it was just a speck in the grey sky. Only then did Olivia look away, taking Leyla's hand as they walked back through the falling snow, soft and serene.

Back inside the car, Olivia looked out the window, her thoughts drifting. Leyla, noticing her mother's prolonged silence, touched her face and asked with childlike innocence, "Mom, what are you thinking about?"

With a faint smile, Olivia said nothing, simply reflecting on Dylan's promise, She then took her daughter back to Edwin's villa.

Edwin was swamped with work lately and unable to return to Czanch to visit his parents. Therefore, Mark and Cecilia decided to come over and spend some time with their children in Duefron, delighting their children and grandchildren immensely.

As Olivia entered the hall cradling Leyla, Mark playfully brushed the snow from his granddaughter's coat, joking, "It's chaotic enough here, and now another little rascal joins the fray! These kids could practically lift the house off its foundation!"

Cecilia cast a playful glare at Mark, teasing, “At your age, your hearing might not be so sharp, right?"

Mark, feigning offence, turned to Olivia. "Your mother's starting to dislike me!"

Cecilia quipped back, "Complaining to your daughter? Really? That's how shameless you are now?"

Mark chuckled and pulled Olivia to sit beside him. "If I weren't shameless, how could our family always be so full of life? Don't you agree, Olivia? Your mother may be getting on in years, but she's still got her coyness— I still remember who used to chase whom all over the world."

Cecilia smirked. "Yes, you were quite the charmer back then!"

Olivia found their banter amusing but preferred to stay out of it.

Just then, Edwin descended the stairs, looking weary after a night of meetings and only three hours of sleep, yet he had to return to work soon. Mark noted wryly, "He's always chasing after money."

Meanwhile, Edwin lifted Leyla, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"The company has grown so large! Sometimes, I wish I could take a break too, Dad. Don't you think I'd want that?"

He then glanced at the small gold locket dangling from Leyla's neck.

Edwin paused for a few moments, and then turned to his sister and asked in a measured tone, “Are you with Dylan again?"

Olivia was poised to deny it, knowing her relationship with Dylan wasn't formalized.

But her brother, always perceptive, wasn't easily misled.

He was skeptical of her denials.

Just then, the sound of a car arriving echoed from the yard, prompting Mark to send the servants to investigate. They returned with smiles, announcing, "It's from Mr. Wright. So considerate."