A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Her poor health confined her to the house for two months.

During this time, it was primarily the nanny who cared for Leyla.

Occasionally, when Olivia felt better, she would take Leyla out for a walk.

By the end of summer, Olivia had finally regained her strength.

Elva teasingly suggested that Olivia wasn’t brought down by illness but rather by something called love, with Dylan being the likely culprit.

Curious, Elva asked, “Honestly, Olivia, who do you truly love, Raphael or Dylan?”

However, Olivia chose not to respond to the question.

As Elva had hinted, Dylan seemed to be the source of Olivia’s distress over the past two months, so the answer should be clear.

Olivia refrained from mentioning Dylan’s name again, and neither did anyone in her family.

Nevertheless, occasionally, Olivia stumbled upon news articles praising Dylan’s performance since his return to the company, often mentioning Gina’s continued presence by his side.

But Olivia found herself indifferent to it all.

She believed she could spend the rest of her life with Leyla, cherishing each day just as she had when Dylan was still part of her life.

One evening, as she chatted with Elva, an unexpected visitor arrived.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

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Olivia recognized the individual as a member of Dylan’s company’s legal team.

Elva, sensing that there was something to discuss, took Leyla out for some outdoor play, assuring that they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Olivia could only let out a bitter laugh and shake her head at the situation.

Once Elva had taken Leyla away, Olivia resumed her seat, taking a sip of her coffee before addressing the lawyer.

“So, how can I assist you?”

Nigel Foster forced a smile, though inwardly reluctant.

Truth be told, he wasn’t keen on handling this case either, but he was obliged to follow his superior’s directives.

Placing a document on the coffee table, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

After a moment of hesitation, he broached the subject.

“Mr.

Wright has established a trust fund for your daughter.

If you sign on behalf of her, she’ll receive an annual fund of $60 million.

”

Continuing, he added, “I understand your family’s wealth, but ultimately, children need the support of both parents for their upbringing.

”

Olivia glanced down at the document before her, her expression unreadable.

After a pause, she smiled faintly and responded, “No need for that.

I don’t require any shared assistance.

The child is mine.

”

Nigel, sensing her frustration, awkwardly attempted to reassure her.

“Of course, the child is yours, but she also needs her father.

”

Olivia’s smile dimmed, a reflection of her inner turmoil.