Olivia's POV
I stood in the center of the sterile room, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watched the doctors lead Lennox away. He didn't hesitate; he didn't even look back to celebrate the news. His only focus was the survival of our sons.
I turned to Levi and Louis. They looked like they had been struck by lightning. Levi was staring at the floor, his face pale, while Louis had slumped into a chair, his hands trembling on his knees. The pride they had carried for years—the belief that they had each sired a piece of our future—had been stripped away in a single breath.
I walked over and squatted before them, taking one of each of their hands in mine.
"Hey," I whispered, forcing them to look at me. "Look at me."
Levi's eyes were watery, filled with a sudden, sharp grief. "Olivia... I thought... for four years, I looked at Leon and saw myself. I did everything for him because I thought he was my blood."
