Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478: Refused

Levi’s POV

I stood my ground even as Olivia’s glare burned holes through me.

The witch shifted uneasily beside her, the bowl trembling in her hands.

"I said no," I repeated, my voice like stone. "You’re done with this, Olivia."

She clenched her jaw. "You don’t get to decide that for me."

"I do when your life is on the line!" I shot back. "When our child’s life is on the line!"

Her lips trembled. "You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t feel it?" Her hand went to her stomach. "But if I stop now, he’ll die, Levi. He’ll die, and I’ll never forgive myself."

My patience cracked. "And if you keep going, you’ll die!"

The words came out louder than I meant. Everyone froze.

Even Lennox’s shallow breathing seemed to pause.

Olivia’s frown deepened, but she refused to look away. "Then let me die with purpose."

Something inside me snapped.

"Purpose?" I barked, taking a step closer. "You call throwing your life away for him purpose? You call risking our child love?" My voice broke at the end, anger blurring into pain. "You’re killing yourself for a ghost, Olivia! He’s not here anymore. I am! We are!"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. My father looked away, and my mother pressed her hand to her mouth. The witch’s eyes darted between us, unsure if she should stay or flee.

Finally, Olivia whispered, "You don’t understand."

I laughed bitterly. "No, you’re right. I don’t. I don’t understand how you can look at me, at Louis, at your own unborn child, and still choose him over all of us."

Tears spilled down her cheeks. "It’s not about choosing!" she cried. "It’s about saving someone I love!"

"Someone?" I muttered, my chest tightening. "Or the only one?"

Her breath caught. For a moment, we just stared at each other, two storms colliding in silence.

Then I turned sharply and stormed toward the door. I couldn’t breathe anymore. The walls were closing in, my father’s disappointed sigh echoing behind me like thunder.

As I reached the hall, I heard the witch’s trembling voice. "So... are we doing the ritual or not?"

I didn’t look back. "No," I said, my voice hollow. "It’s over."

But Olivia’s voice cut through the air, fierce and defiant. "Yes."

I froze in the doorway.

For a heartbeat, no one moved. I wanted to go over there and pull her away, but I held myself back.

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