Olivia's POV
I turned back to the triplets, my frown deepening. "She's not here."
Levi scoffed. "Of course, she's not."
Louis let out an exasperated breath. "You expect us to believe that? These are all the maids in the estate, Olivia."
"I know what I saw!" I snapped, frustration flaring in my chest. "Someone gave me the juice. If she's not here, then that means—"
"She doesn't exist," Lennox cut in, his voice laced with anger.
My frown deepened. "That's not what I was going to say."
The head maid stepped forward. "Alpha, these are all the maids currently employed in the estate. If Miss Olivia claims someone else served her, I assure you, she must be mistaken."
Mistaken?
A cold chill ran down my spine. No. I wasn't mistaken.
Lennox took a step closer to me, his voice low but biting. "Enough of this, Olivia. The healer said the poison was commonly used in suicides. There's no mystery maid, no secret culprit. Just admit it."
My hands shook with rage. "I didn't poison myself!"