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."
