Held tightly by Dylan, Olivia sensed he might be ready to take things further.

Her heart raced unexpectedly.

Thinking of their baby, she gently halted him, explaining, "He only came to drop off the bag I left behind. I promise I won't see him again. I'm done with him, Dylan. If I still had feelings for him, we'd..."

"You'd have gotten back together by now if there was a chance with Raphael, right?" Dylan interrupted, his voice barely above a whisper.

He fixed his gaze on Olivia, who couldn't help but tremble under his stare.

Awkwardly tightening her bathrobe, Olivia wrestled with how to break the news of her pregnancy to Dylan.

He was having doubts about her and Raphael, so revealing the pregnancy now could complicate things further.

Yet, delaying might worsen their misunderstanding. Olivia didn't want to risk losing Dylan again; it had been a struggle to get this far.

Beneath the dim light, her face looked ashen.

Summoning all her courage, she met Dylan's eyes. Her lips quivered, but the words wouldn't come. Finally, she whispered, "I'm pregnant, Dylan."

Dylan was stunned, distrust evident in his expression.

Olivia, sensing his doubt, hastily added, "It's your child, I swear."

But Dylan remained silent.

The doctor examining him was an acquaintance of the Wright family and a renowned expert in the field. It was inconceivable that he could misdiagnose Dylan's case, which meant Olivia must have betrayed him!

Dylan's gaze bore into Olivia, suspicion evident in his eyes.

Clearly, he didn't trust her. To him, the medical report held more weight than her words. He Likely suspected the child was... Raphael's.

Their shared hug and now her pregnancy...

In Dylan's eyes, was she truly such a wretched woman!?

After a long silence, Olivia asked softly, "You don't believe me, do you?"

As Dylan was about to speak, his phone abruptly rang.

It was a call from Gina's father.

Casting a brief glance at Olivia, Dylan swiftly zipped up his pants with one hand and answered the phone with the other. After Listening for a moment, he straightened up, his expression turning grave as he strode toward the door.

Olivia stood there, momentarily stunned.

Then, a realization dawned on her, and she asked in a hushed tone, “Are you going to see her again? Dylan, we haven't even got past our issues, and yet you still find it in you to care about her? Or maybe she's more important to you than I am?" Olivia threw caution to the wind as she voiced her concerns.