Maybe...

Once they were officially back together, she could persuade him to undergo another examination.

Perhaps the doctor was wrong.

Exiting the bathroom, Olivia discovered Dylan in the study, Likely tending to company matters. Following his father's leg injury, he had assumed his father's responsibilities.

The accident from two years ago still haunted Olivia, instilling lingering fear. However, she couldn't stop Dylan's work because of it.

Feeling a bit weary, she decided to rest on the bed for a nap.

As she drifted off, her hand brushed against the pillow, and suddenly, she started missing Leyla a lot.

How she wished she could cuddle the sweet little girl in her arms on such a snowy day.

Meanwhile, the reunion party ended at 2 in the afternoon.

Raphael, slightly drunk, was assisted by his fiancee, Elissa Palmer, as they made their way to the parking lot.

Sharon's voice, tinged with madness, echoed behind him. “Raphael, I know I lost to Olivia, not your fiancee. You must've felt uncomfortable when Dylan arrived to fetch Olivia. Maybe they're having sex right now. I despise you, Raphael. You couldn't even marry the woman you love, yet you settle for a loveless marriage. You haven't been intimate with Elissa yet, have you? Can you really be intimate with this unappealing woman?"

Their former classmates stood just behind them.

Sharon's words struck a chord, leaving a jolt of shock.

No one dared to provoke Raphael, except for Sharon, who seemed to relish getting under his skin. Raphael's expression darkened with anger.

After her outburst, Sharon felt a mix of regret and satisfaction.

He fixed her with a cold stare.

After a pause, he spoke up in a low voice. “It appears to me you believe your husband's career is too effortless and he requires further grooming at his age."

Sharon, her face pale, inquired, “What are you implying?"

He brushed off her question.

He headed directly to his car, where the driver had already opened the door. Stepping in, he reached out and pulled Elissa close, embracing her as she fell into his arms.

The car door closed, shielding them from view.

Inside, the scent of red wine and the man's breath hung heavy in the air.

Raphael was partially intoxicated.

He reached out and pressed a button. Soon, a partition between the back and front seats rose slowly, blocking the driver's view. Then, he started unbuttoning Elissa's clothes.