Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 130: The Healer’s Help

Olivia's POV

I stepped out of the bathroom and found the healer waiting at the door. Our eyes locked, and I swallowed hard. I couldn't tell whether he truly believed I'd lost my memory—or if he knew I was lying and had simply chosen to go along with it.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked.

I swallowed again, slipping into my act even though something deep down told me there was no need. "I'm… fine," I whispered, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

He nodded and glanced at Nora and Lolita. "Could your handmaids give us a moment?" he asked.

I blinked, confused. Why did he want them to leave?

"Is there a problem?"

The healer shook his head. "No… I just want a private session with you. That's the same thing I told the Alphas."

I still didn't think there was any reason for Nora and Lolita to leave, but I had to respect his request. I gave them a small nod, and they returned it before quietly stepping out.

The door clicked shut behind them, and an eerie silence settled between the healer and me. He didn't speak. Just stood there, watching me with eyes far wiser than I'd originally assumed. I sat motionless, my heart thudding too fast.

He finally stepped forward, setting his satchel on the bedside table, but not opening it. Instead, he turned to face me directly, his expression unreadable.

"I've been a healer for over thirty years, Luna Olivia," he said calmly, folding his hands in front of him. "Do you really think I wouldn't recognize when someone is acting?"

My heart dropped to my stomach.

I don't know what you mean," I tried to

pain, real confusion, real trauma—and

for a moment.

"Why did you go along with it?

The healer's expression softened.

your reasons," he said simply. "And more than that… I saw everything, Olivia. Everything that happened to your family. Your father's arrest… you and your

going blurry. My throat

your eyes when your father was sentenced to life imprisonment… I saw everything, and I knew he was innocent, just that I had no proof of

that someone

step closer. "I wished I could help then, but I couldn't. So when you woke up pretending to remember nothing, I saw the eagerness in your eyes. That spark of someone with a

cheeks, and I didn't

idea how much

by fools. The moment your act slips, the wrong one

"I know," I murmured.

out a small brown bottle. He

it, confused and curious. "What is

had ears. "A very rare brew, nearly impossible to find these days without raising suspicion. I

looked up at him sharply. "What does

your mind temporarily. Your responses will become sluggish, your attention will drift, and your emotions will seem detached. To any trained healer, it will look exactly like someone

as if it were my lifeline. "Will it

hesitated. "It won't cause you physical pain, but it may disorient you. For a few minutes, you might genuinely forget where you are, or who you're with. But it

"Why are you doing this?" I asked again,

smiled faintly. "Because I couldn't help your