Cecilia and Laura hurried over from the hotel as well. As she arrived, Cecilia was consumed with guilt for not having been with Olivia, thinking that perhaps her presence could have prevented the accident. Edwin, holding her hand, reassured her softly, “It's not your fault, Mom. Your being there at the car wouldn't have changed what happened. You might have been hurt too, if anything."

Despite his words, Cecilia's remorse for Olivia lingered.

Laura simply stood by her side, her presence quiet and supportive.

Around ten that evening, they received uplifting news from the doctor.

Thanks to the efforts of the rescue team, Ryder's leg had been spared. His wife, overwhelmed with gratitude, rushed to Dylan, her voice thick with emotion, "Thank you so much, Mr. Wright! Without your help, Ryder would surely have lost his leg today!"

She then whispered reassuringly, "The baby will be fine. Miss Evans is such a good person. God bless her soul and she's going to pull through."

Throughout this exchange, Dylan remained silent, as did Edwin.

Normally adept at social interactions, both men found themselves too preoccupied with concern for Olivia to engage in conversation.

The tense wait continued until the operating room doors swung open again and the doctor emerged, mask in hand.

She approached Dylan with a gentle expression. "The baby is showing remarkable resilience. She's stable for now, but we'll need to keep her under close observation. I recommend a hospital stay of at least one month to minimize any risk to both the mother and the baby.”

The doctor's cautious words served as a sobering reminder of the situation's gravity.

Dylan was speechless, utterly stunned by her words.

Beside him, Cecilia and Laura were equally shocked. A heavy silence fell over them, broken only by their sudden sobs of relief. "Thank God she's fine! And the baby is safe!" they exclaimed together.

In that moment, Ryder's wife stepped forward to offer her congratulations, discreetly wiping away her own tears.

Ryder had confided in her about Olivia's bravery-how she had put her own life on the line to find help for him. Moved by this, he had vowed to do whatever he could for the Evans family, even encouraging his wife to Lend them support.

Regaining her poise, Ryder's wife quickly addressed them, "You all must be worn out and hungry after such a long ordeal. Let me fetch some food from the canteen... especially something nutritious for Miss Evans."

Dylan, coming back to himself, murmured his thanks in a subdued voice.

Then, he turned away, lost in his thoughts for a long time.

Edwin came up behind him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Why don't you go check on Olivia?" he suggested.

At one o'clock in the morning, in the VIP ward of the hospital.

The soup on the bedside table had gone cold, and Olivia was still unconscious.

After a shower and a change of clothes, Dylan sat by her bed, only then noticing the scratches covering the backs of his hands. Some were so deep that they revealed flesh beneath.

He seemed indifferent to the situation.