Olivia's POV
Poison?
Did he just say I poisoned myself?
My mind was a mess, clouded with exhaustion and confusion. My body felt weak, like I had been drained of every ounce of strength. I tried to recall, tried to think of any moment when I could have done such a thing, but my memories were foggy, fragmented.
I lifted my gaze to Lennox, his furious glare sending a shiver down my spine. His jaw was tight, his tight grip firm on each side of my arms, and his green eyes burned with anger, fear, and desperation.
"You're hurting me, Lennox," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
His grip on my arms was firm, almost bruising, but at my words, he let go—too suddenly. I lost my balance, falling back onto the bed with a soft thud. Pain shot through my limbs, and I winced, my body too fragile to handle even the smallest impact.
I looked up at them—Lennox, Levi, and Louis—their faces twisted in anger, their sharp glares cutting into me like daggers.
