Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 680

Chapter 680: Talk To Them

​Olivia’s POV

Two Days Later

​The healing process was slow. Levi’s muscles had wasted away, and the venom had left his heart scarred. But today was the first day the healers allowed him into a wheelchair.

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I pushed him out into the garden. He looked stronger, but his eyes were constantly scanning the grounds, searching for the two little girls who had been avoiding him like the plague. We found them by the fountain, playing with their dolls. Lennox was sitting on a nearby bench, watching them.

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"Wait," Levi whispered, his hand stopping the wheel of his chair. He took a shaky breath. "Let me try. Just me."

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I stepped back, my heart in my throat, as Levi used his arms to slowly roll himself toward his daughters.

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"Lyra? Lana?" he called out, his voice still a bit raspy.

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The girls froze. They didn’t turn around immediately. I saw their small shoulders tense up. Slowly, they looked back, their identical sea-blue eyes narrowing as they took in the sight of the man in the chair.

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"Mommy said we have to be nice," Lana whispered to her sister, loud enough for us to hear.

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"I don’t want to be nice," Lyra muttered back, clutching her doll tighter. "He makes the house feel sad."

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Levi flinched, but he didn’t stop. He halted the chair a few feet away and held out two beautiful barbie toys.

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"I heard it’s almost your birthday," Levi said, trying to force a smile. "I... I wanted to give you these."

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Lyra and Lana didn’t move. They stared at the toys, then up at his face with a coldness that was too big for a child.

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"It’s not our birthday yet," Lyra said, her voice sharp and flat.

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"And we don’t receive gifts from strangers," Lana added, stepping behind her sister. She looked at the toys like they were made of stones, not silk and lace.

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Levi’s smile faltered, then crumbled. The light in his sea-blue eyes—the same eyes currently staring at him with such distance—shook. "I... I’m not a stranger, girls. I’m—"

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"He is not a stranger!" I snapped, marching forward, my patience finally snapping. I couldn’t stand the way they were breaking him. "He is your father! Lyra, Lana, take those gifts right now and apologize."

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"No!" Lyra shouted, her little face turning red. "He’s just the man from the quiet room! We only have two daddies. We have Daddy Lennox and Daddy Louis! They were there when we fell. They were there for our parties! He was just sleeping!"

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"Stop forcing us, Mom!" Lana cried, her bottom lip trembling. "We don’t want him!"

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Before I could grab them, they spun around and bolted, their small feet pounding against the garden path as they ran toward the safety of the mansion.

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"Lyra! Lana! Get back here this instant!" I screamed, starting to chase after them. My heart was thundering with rage and grief.

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"Olivia, stop!" Lennox’s voice boomed. He caught me by the waist, pulling me back firmly. "Stop shouting. You’re pregnant, for Goddess’s sake. You need to stay calm."

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The garden went deathly silent.

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I froze in Lennox’s arms, the anger draining out of me and being replaced by a cold wave of realization. I hadn’t told Levi yet.

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