Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 307: Troubled

Olivia’s POV

I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. For some reason, I thought she would look worried, maybe even upset, at the idea of me marrying Lord Frederick. But she didn’t.

Her expression didn’t even flicker with surprise—it was almost like... she had expected it.

That unsettled me more than anything.

Why wasn’t she worried?

Was she... fine with it?

A cold ripple ran through me. I quickly pushed the thought aside, forcing a small smile as I decided to change the topic.

"Mama... I’ve been seeing you," I said softly. "In my dreams... in my visions. You appeared to me. You spoke to me."

Her brows pulled together into a deep frown. "No... Olivia." Her voice was low but certain. "It wasn’t me."

I blink confused. "What? But—"

She shook her head slowly, her grip tightening weakly around my hand. "I’ve been in a coma for ten years. My soul has been trapped... sleeping. I couldn’t appear to you even if I wanted to. Whoever you saw—it wasn’t me."

A chill ran through me. "Then... who was it?"

Her gaze darkened slightly, and when she spoke again, her voice dropped lower. "It might have been your great-grandmother... Hailee. She must have taken my face."

in my chest. My pulse quickened, and

instant, her hand steadying my shoulder. "You’ve overexerted yourself. Healing her took a great deal from you.

even that made me

her tone brooking no argument. "You can speak to her later. Right now, you must recover your

so many unspoken words. I wanted to

soft smile for her sake. "I’ll be back soon, Mama. I

hand faintly, her lips curving into a small smile.

releasing her hand reluctantly.

worried gaze vanishing from

noticed the quiet. No Nora. No Lolita. No sound of movement, no familiar presence to greet

out a long sigh and lowered myself onto the bed, my body sinking into the soft mattress. My gaze drifted to the ceiling, but my

felt lighter.

had accomplished the one thing I’d dreamt of

But...

I didn’t know if it was her strange calmness about me marrying Lord Frederick

the room suffocating me. I had thought that having her back

to be alone right

about it, my thoughts drifted to the triplets. The only ones who had ever made me feel safe without

hesitation, I decided I’d

blink,

standing in Levi’s

lit, the faint scent of his smell lingering in the air. He was alone—sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, head slightly bowed like he’d been

up the moment he sensed me. Surprise flashed in