Dylan's clothes were damp, likely from standing outside the mansion all night, the dew seeping into his attire.

He gazed at her, his voice slow and incredulous. "I don't believe it. I can't believe you'd go through with the abortion. I've thought about it endlessly, but I just can't imagine you doing it. The baby is still with you, isn't it?"

“It's gone," Olivia reiterated calmly.

Noting Dylan's continued presence, she retrieved a piece of paper from her bag and handed it to him. "This is the agreement for the termination of the pregnancy. I've signed it, and they performed the surgery on me. Along with it is the post-operation report. If you doubt me, take a look."

The paper was light, but Dylan was too stunned to catch it.