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.

what you mean," I tried to whisper, but the words were dry,

faintly, not unkindly. "You're good. Very good. Most wouldn't have noticed. But I've watched countless faces—real pain, real confusion, real trauma—and yours?" He

for a moment. My fingers curled

finally managed to whisper. "Why did you go along with it? Why didn't you

The healer's expression softened.

he said simply. "And more than that… I saw everything, Olivia. Everything

vision going blurry. My throat closed

he continued. "I saw the pain in your eyes when your father was sentenced to life imprisonment… I saw everything,

eyes… it was really nice to know that someone apart from

pretending to remember nothing, I saw the eagerness in your eyes. That spark of someone with a plan. And I decided… if you were trying to survive

slipped silently down my cheeks,

much that means to me," I

surrounded by fools. The moment your act slips, the wrong one might see it—and

"I know," I murmured.

his satchel and pulled out a small brown bottle. He placed the

at it, confused and curious. "What is

said in a hushed voice, as if the walls had ears. "A very rare brew, nearly impossible to find these days without raising suspicion.

up at him sharply. "What does it

they call in another healer to examine you—take this a few minutes beforehand. It will affect your mind temporarily. Your responses will become sluggish, your attention will drift, and your emotions will seem detached. To any trained

as if it

disorient you. For a few minutes, you might genuinely forget where

"Why are you doing this?"

I couldn't help your father. But