Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 539

Chapter 539: Tell Me The Truth

Olivia’s POV

I froze.

He pulled back just a little so he could look at my face properly. His small eyes were too serious... too focused for a child his age.

"Mom," he said softly, "I can feel things."

My brow furrowed.

"What do you mean, baby?" I asked carefully.

Liam touched his little chest. "I can feel people’s hearts. Their feelings. Their pain. Even when they try to hide it."

I stared at him, stunned.

He continued, his voice small. "I felt Father Lennox from upstairs."

My heart thumped.

"You did?" I whispered.

He nodded slowly. "Yes. And... Mom..."

His lips trembled a little. "He was hurting so much."

I swallowed hard.

"Can you... tell me what you felt?" I asked gently.

Liam looked down at his hands.

"I felt... sadness. A very deep sadness. And loneliness. And..."

He hesitated.

"...shame."

My chest tightened painfully.

He looked up again, his eyes shining with worry.

"Mom... why does Father Lennox feel like he’s broken?"

I blinked fast, tears rushing back.

"Baby... he’s been through a lot. He’s trying to heal."

Liam reached out and touched my cheek gently.

His touch was warm... comforting... almost magical.

Then he said the words that shook me: "And you are hurt too, Mom."

A tear slipped down my face instantly.

Liam’s eyes moved toward the corridor... toward Lennox’s door.

"And Mom..."

He paused.

"...he still loves you. He is just angry now. Give him time."

My lips parted shakily. "Liam..."

I covered my mouth as tears fell helplessly.

I pulled him into my arms and hugged him tightly.

After a moment, I lifted him gently and carried him to his room.

Leon and Leo were asleep on their bed, their faces peaceful.

I tucked Liam in.

"Sleep now," I whispered. "Don’t worry about grown-up problems."

But Liam held my hand again.

"Mom... will Father Lennox walk again?"

My throat closed.

"I don’t know yet," I whispered honestly. "But we will try everything. We won’t give up."

Liam nodded slowly, then whispered:

"Tell him I’m here too. Tell him he is not alone."

My heart broke in two.

"I will," I said softly.

I kissed his forehead as he finally closed his eyes.

Leaving his room, I closed the door to the boys’ room gently and stood there for a moment, breathing in and out, trying to calm my shaking chest.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and turned to walk down the hall.

The mansion was quiet again.

Too quiet.

I started walking toward my personal room. I didn’t want to be close to Louis and Levi now.

But When I reached the door, I stopped and frowned. Louis was standing right there.

Right in front of my door.

As if he had been waiting for me.

His back was against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes lowered like he had been standing there for a long while. Like he knew I would come.

"Louis..." I whispered, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

He lifted his eyes slowly.

And the moment he looked at me—

My breath caught.

Because Louis didn’t look angry.

He didn’t look jealous.

He didn’t look annoyed.

He looked... broken... sad and worried. Like seeing me cry hurt him too.

His voice came out low, gentle, and concerned.

"I knew you would end up here," he said. "So I waited."

My throat tightened. "Why?"

Louis stepped closer slowly, not touching me, just studying my face.

"Because you shouldn’t be alone right now," he said quietly. "Not after everything that happened today."

"...Olivia," he whispered, "you love us. All of us. I know that."

My heart squeezed.

"But..."

His voice trembled just a little.

"... Lennox is different for you."

A tear slid down my cheek.

Louis looked at me with so much gentleness it almost broke me again.

"You don’t mean to make us feel second," he said quietly. "You don’t try to hurt us. I know that. But yes..."

He swallowed hard.

"...sometimes, it feels like he gets a part of your heart that we can’t reach."

I covered my mouth as a sob escaped me.

Louis stepped closer, but he didn’t touch me.

"You don’t even notice it," he continued softly. "It’s not your fault. It’s just... the way your soul reacts to him."

His voice lowered.

"You look at him differently, Olivia. You always have. Even when you try not to."

I cried harder.

My shoulders shook violently.

"Louis..." I whispered. "I didn’t—I never meant—"

"I know," he said quickly, stepping close at last. "I know. We never blamed you. We never hated you for it. We ... we just wanted to feel that same intensity from you sometimes."

His hand lifted to my cheek, trembling just a little.

"And today..."

He blinked rapidly.

"...when we almost lost him, and when you healed him... Olivia, I saw it in your face..."

My breath caught.

"The fear in your eyes, the way you screamed, the way you held him... it told me everything."

He wiped my tears softly.

"You weren’t afraid of losing a mate..."

He paused.

"You were afraid of losing your half."

A sob tore from my chest as I covered my face with both hands.

Louis gently pulled them down and held them.

"You love me," he whispered. "You love Levi. I know that. But Lennox..."

His voice softened painfully.

"... Lennox is the one your heart beats for first."