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 tried

noticed. But I've watched countless faces—real pain, real confusion, real trauma—and yours?" He paused, tilting his head. "It's practiced. Controlled. Too deliberate. I knew the moment I examined you… you hadn't lost your

breathe for a moment.

did you go

The healer's expression softened.

believe you have 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

vision going

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

my eyes… it was really nice to know that someone apart from my mother and I believed

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 plan. And

slipped silently down my cheeks, and I didn't bother wiping

how much that means to me," I

surrounded by fools. The moment

"I know," I murmured.

a small brown bottle. He placed the small

at it, confused and curious. "What

memory-confusion potion," he said in a hushed voice, as if the walls had ears. "A very rare brew, nearly impossible

up at him sharply.

Alphas ever begin to doubt me—if they call in another healer to examine you—take this a few minutes beforehand. It will affect your mind

as if it were my lifeline. "Will it

you might genuinely forget where you are,

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

"Because I couldn't help your father. But I can