She believed she was strong enough to face whatever came next...

Either Dylan chose to stay or they divorced and he went to Gina and never to return.

Dylan turned abruptly and stated flatly, "Gina tried to commit suicide. I have to go to her."

Suicide?

The timing couldn't have been more better.

Olivia couldn't hold back and asked, "Do you ever consider that she might be staging it?"

Dylan's expression darkened, his eyes fixed on Olivia as if seeing her for the first time.

In an indifferent tone, he replied, "Gina is simple, unlike you. She's young and innocent. I doubt she'd stage something like that... And as for the baby, Olivia, perhaps you should carefully reconsider your recent actions. Did you go out, get drunk, and have a one-night stand with your old lover?"

Fury coursed through Olivia as she heard his words. She couldn't believe Dylan would insinuate such a thing.

Staring at him, she fought to contain her tears.

How pitiful she felt!

The person she loved didn't even trust her words.

With a meaningful glance at her, Dylan turned on his heel and hurried away.

Meanwhile, Olivia sat at the desk, lost in her thoughts.

In this apartment, there were countless beautiful memories shared between Dylan and her. However, as of today, they were all destined to fade into oblivion, no Longer holding any place in her heart. The dreams of a lavish wedding, once cherished by the girl within her, now seemed like distant fantasies.

Dylan had broken her heart and left her shattered.

She didn't act hysterically, nor did she shed tears. She just sat there quietly, feeling a chill despite the air conditioner being on.

The nanny hurried in, interrupting her thoughts. "Miss Evans, Mr. Wright is..."

Olivia raised her head, holding back her tears. "I know," she said softly.

The nanny, unaware of what had transpired between Olivia and Dylan, waited anxiously for instructions. After a long pause, Olivia finally spoke up again in a low voice. “Leyla is asleep now, so don't wake her up. Pack up the luggage. We will move back to the villa in the morning."

Her demeanor was one of deep depression.

The nanny, sensing a big fight between Olivia and Dylan, sighed and left, unsure how to comfort her.

After that, Olivia sat there for a while longer.

She lowered her head and gently touched her abdomen, imagining the future with the baby. Yet, she was conflicted about whether to keep it, feeling deeply torn.