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.

was in them?" I asked suddenly. "Your gifts. What

They both froze.

had been buried

birthday, we'd all stopped sharing our ideas like we used

to plan it together, ever since Olivia turned eight. We'd each get her something and help wrap it. Sometimes we'd even compete over who

year… that

kept it secret.

refused to show each

didn't let them see

now,

Louis glanced away.

Neither spoke.

So I didn't push.

was more curious than

was in those

!HOURS LATER!

but my

at the ceiling, trying to force myself into sleep. But it wouldn't

many thoughts.

Too many questions.

sighed deeply, dragging my palm

Then… a knock.

Soft.

Hesitant.

My eyes flicked to the clock—it

knock, slightly louder this

bed, walking over. Even

Her scent.

Olivia.

pulled the door open,

liked, her hair messy from sleep. But what caught

She was trembling.

to speak, but nothing came out for a

a quiet, broken voice, she said,

stepped aside, but she didn't walk

up at me,

Gabriel…" she whispered. "He—he was

My brows furrowed.

Gabriel?

Killed?

That made no sense.

her—her body was still trembling slightly, and she looked pale, as if the nightmare had stolen the warmth from

I supposed

a doubt, that

that—I knew there

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