Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Scared

Lennox's POV

Seeing that Olivia was having a headache from our barrage of questions, we decided to let her be. So we left her room and walked into the study. I went straight to the bar, grabbed a bottle of dry gin, and poured myself a drink.

Did she never open them?

My heart raced—confused and heavy.

But… that couldn't be right.

"I… I got a response from her," I said quietly, my voice rough with uncertainty.

Levi turned to me, his eyes wide. "Me too," he said. "In fact, I got a response from her just two hours after we gave her the gifts."

Louis nodded slowly. "Same here. And her response made it clear she saw my gift."

We all went quiet again.

That didn't make sense.

If she never opened the gifts… how did she respond to us?

Louis rubbed his forehead. "Maybe her memory really is messed up," he muttered. "We should remember, she's not the same. Her memory isn't stable anymore."

But I shook my head firmly. "No. That's not it."

Levi spoke too, sounding just as sure. "She remembered the wrapping. The exact colors. Down to the ribbons."

"She didn't guess," I added, thinking aloud.

Louis sighed. "She remembered it clearly. But… she said it was from Gabriel."

There was a long silence.

"She must've confused him with us," Levi said. "Maybe that's how her mind filled in the blank. We gave her those gifts. Not him."

I nodded slowly. That felt more real.

Louis still looked torn. "But… she said she lost her father that day," he said. "That's not true. He didn't die; he was arrested."

My stomach twisted.

"Yeah. She might be wrong about that, but remember—he could have been hanged that day if Father hadn't intervened. Maybe her memory clung to that," Levi said.

Louis didn't respond.

I stared at the floor for a moment, then looked up.

in them?" I asked suddenly. "Your

They both froze.

been buried for

we'd all stopped sharing our ideas like we used

ever since Olivia turned eight. We'd each get her something and help wrap it.

that

secret.

refused to show

let them see

them now, hoping

away. Levi's

Neither spoke.

So I didn't push.

I was more

in those

!HOURS LATER!

had fallen, but my mind refused to

turned in bed, staring at the ceiling,

thoughts. Too many

Too many questions.

my palm

Then… a knock.

Soft.

Hesitant.

eyes flicked to the clock—it was well past

slightly louder this

walking over. Even before I

Her scent.

Olivia.

open, and there

in one of the oversized shirts she always liked, her hair messy from sleep. But what caught me off

She was trembling.

she wanted to speak, but nothing came out

broken voice, she said,

aside, but

up at me, eyes wide

Gabriel…" she whispered.

My brows furrowed.

Gabriel?

Killed?

That made no sense.

clearly shook her—her body was still trembling slightly, and she

I supposed to

knew, without a doubt, that

knew there

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