Alexander conceded that Lily possessed superior persuasive skills. No matter his anxiety, he yielded after hearing her reasoned explanation and analysis. He insisted, however, that she maintain constant contact and retreat immediately at the first sign of danger; her safety was paramount. Mike promised to ensure her protection to the best of his ability. They reached an agreement before parting ways.

Alexander and Lily, each burdened by their own concerns, remained silent on the drive home, their brows furrowed throughout the journey. Upon arrival, Lily was surprised to find Olivia waiting at the door, not inside the house, nor having called ahead. The car was nearby; Olivia had clearly seen their return.

"Stop the car," Lily instructed.

The car stopped, and Lily immediately exited. "What's up? You didn't even call."

Lily placed a hand on Olivia's belly. Olivia's worried expression spoke volumes.

"I..." Olivia began, but Lily gently interrupted, "Let's go inside first." The yard was cold and unsuitable for conversation. Olivia followed silently. Alexander soon left again, having much company business to attend to—he was even busier than Lily.

Lily had a maid serve them warm milk and dismissed the others to their duties. Turning to Olivia, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Olivia held her milk, her face pale, fingers and lips trembling slightly, yet she remained silent, seemingly striving for composure.

"Is it Edward?" Lily ventured. "Did he say anything after returning home? Did he notice you've realized, or is he still pretending?"

"He wants a divorce," Olivia blurted, halting Lily's speculations. She looked up, panic evident in her eyes.

Lily was stunned, unprepared for this news. Her mind blanked momentarily. "What did you say?"

"He wants a divorce, and he's serious. I—I don't know what to do," Olivia stammered, nearly spilling her milk. She curled into a fetal position, hampered by her pregnancy, looking like a frightened, huddled rabbit.

"Why so suddenly? Did you fight?" Lily was equally perplexed.