With every step full of determination, the heel of Olivia's stiletto stabbed the rubber mat. She left a trail of popping notes as she got closer to where Lance Go was.

The man tied on his seat flinched with every popping beat and his heart rammed in his c.h.e.s.t the closer the sound got, but to his surprise, Olivia abruptly stopped and did nothing.

She was standing in front of him. Her fingers curled into a fist and her knuckles turned white with the sheer force she was holding in.

Towering behind her was Maxen. His lips pursed into a thin line as he cupped Olivia's elbows and felt how her body shook with fury. 

He didn't know what to say to her, for he knew how s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e the topic of a father abandoning his child was to Olivia and he couldn't believe the audacity of Lance to utter those words as if it would sway Olivia into giving him another chance. He wondered just how stupid could Lance Go get.

"What?! What do you want now, Olivia?" Although Lance initially screamed, his voice died down, and defeat laced his tone. "I only… I only wanted to go back to what we had before. I only wanted to escape with you." He pleaded with his eyes—it was teary and convincing—but he didn't get the result he was aiming for.

Olivia remained silent. Slowly, her hands unfurled and her shoulders relaxed. She held Maxen's hand, and glanced at him, giving him a small smile to tell him that she's okay now. It was Maxen's cue to stand aside and let Olivia say what she wanted to say.

"Can I borrow a laptop, please?" she hooked her pinky with Maxen's as she uttered her request. Maxen nodded and stepped away to speak with another person in the room. The sound of shoes scuffling on the rubber mat livened up the room for a brief moment before silence blanketed it yet again.

A neophyte soldier stepped inside, bringing with him a laptop. Sitting on her throne, Olivia received the device and her fingers danced on the keyboard.

For a brief second, she peered up to look at Lance Go. Her face, devoid of any emotions, told him he disgusted her in ways more than one and the last thing she ever wanted was to be near him. His heart clenched at the thought and an involuntary scoff of derision escaped his lips. 

Rotating the laptop so the screen would face Lance Go, Olivia tried not to frown, but she still did when a soft cry of a newborn baby echoed in the room. Soon enough, she winced. She felt a stabbing pain in her b.r.e.a.s.t and noticed that it got heavier the longer the cries lasted.

"Are you okay?" Maxen asked, planting both hands on either side of her shoulders. Olivia angled her head to look up on Maxen, showing him her pearly whites as she nodded her response. 

Shifting her gaze from Maxen to Lance Go, Olivia's smile faded. "She looks like you—your daughter. That's her in the middle, and you know what? She doesn't have a name yet."

"So? I already told you. I came here for you. I'm ready to give up everything for you. We can go back to Oxford and live the life we used to, Livi," Lance Go pleaded and his wrists battled against his restraints, but it only left a red mark on it. 

He didn't know who he was fooling by now—Olivia or himself. His words reached his ears and his mind replayed every word he blabbered. He snorted. He sounded like a delusional man the longer he spoke, but he didn't care. He wanted Olivia to hear him and listen to him.

Lance Go's eyes danced around the room, searching for a comfortable space to look at rather than staring straight where Olivia sat. If he did look up, he would either meet Olivia's haunting stare or see the video feed of the security camera in the NICU where his daughter was admitted. So he decided to train his eyes on the rubber mat because that was the best option for him right now.

"If you think you can sway me with that video, then you are wrong. I don't want anything that has to do with the child or Selena. Selena will take care of her for sure," Lance Go slurred out the words, sounding as convincing as he could even though the one who needed convincing the most was him, for he knew his wife better than anyone.

It didn't take a second when another soft cry echoed from the laptop's speaker. Olivia jacked up the volume and soon the sound bounced off the walls and everyone in the room tried to hold in the neutral expression on their faces.

"Stop it, Olivia. Shut the damn thing," Lance seethed, veins adorned his neck, crawling up like vines up on to his temples then his forehead.

Closing her eyes, Olivia drank in the symphony. "Loud, healthy cry. Not bad for a prem.a.t.u.r.e baby."

"Just stop it. Mute it. Please."

"Oh, the nurse is coming. Maybe she'll make the crying stop for you." A corner of her lips tugged upward in a cruel smile. She zoomed in the video feed and they watched as the nurse adjusted the contraptions attached to the tiny human laying on the big crib.

When the crying stopped, Olivia placed the laptop on the table, the screen still facing Lance Go. "That's your daughter and she looks like you."

"I heard it. You don't have to say it again."

"She doesn't have a name." Olivia scrunched her nose and tilted her head to the side. "Maybe you can think of something while you sit there and answer all the questions they will give you."

"What's so special about naming a child? Selena had a long list. She would take care of it."

Repeating her offer, Olivia stood up from her seat, ready to leave, regardless of whatever decision Lance would pick. "Answer all their questions, and you will get the chance to name your child. That's the one deal that I can give you. Take it or leave it."

"I don't need to think of names. Selena will give that child a name."

"But she didn't."

"She will. Just give her time. Why?! Why do you even care about it? Just leave, Olivia. I know I'm a dead man anyway."

Olivia tutted, folding her arms under her b.r.e.a.s.t and gave it a little lift. "Nobody wanted to take care of a fugitive's child, more so if she bore the face of her father, something that only a father could love." 

"What the heck are you talking about, Livi?"

Releasing her folded arms, she reached out to Maxen and laced their fingers. Olivia felt him tighten his hold on her and it made her heart flutter, sending a soft blush on her cheeks. She thought no matter how many times they touched, it repeatedly gave her the same warmth that nobody else could—something she called home. Snapping them from their little bubble was Lance Go's barking.

She casted him an irritated glare and spoke, "Selena booked a one-way ticket out of the country. She packed her belongings and boarded a plane as soon as the news of your death aired around the country. She didn't even bother to give a name to your daughter."