NovelGoldChapter 464: Guests
Olivia's POV
"What's wrong?" | asked anxiously, my voice trembling. The witch stood over Lennox, her wrinkled hands
hovering just above his chest, her eyes glowing faintly with that strange golden light again.
He had moved just moments ago, his fingers twitching, his lips whispering my name. For a heartbeat, | thought
he was waking up. But then... nothing. He'd gone completely still again.
Now, watching the witch silently examine him, panic clawed at my chest.
"Why isn’t he moving anymore?" | asked again, louder this time. "He said my name; he spoke! Why would he go
still again?"
The witch didn’t answer. Her expression remained unreadable as her fingers traced. | could hear my heart
thundering. "Please, talk to me! Is something wrong with him?"
Finally, she exhaled long and tired. "Something is changing," she said quietly.
| blinked. "Changing? What does that mean?"
The witch’s eyes met mine, sharp and serious. "His soul has started to return, but the passage is unstable. The
pull between realms isn’t complete yet."
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| frowned, stepping closer. "So he’s... stuck?"
"Not stuck," she corrected softly. "Fighting. His spirit is trying to merge with his body again, but there's
resistance."
My heart clenched. "Resistance from what?"
She hesitated, glancing briefly toward the faint glow around Lennox’s chest. "When a soul returns after being
disconnected from its bond, it no longer knows which thread to follow. His heart seeks you, but the bond that
used to guide him is gone. Without it, he’s wandering between life and something else."
Tears welled in my eyes. "So what do | do? Tellwhat to do!"
The witch looked atlong and hard. "You keep doing what you've been doing. Your blood is anchoring him."
| turned back to Lennox, brushing my hand gently across his face. His skin was still pale, but beneath my touch, |
could feel the faintest warmth beginning to return.
"Cback to me," | whispered. "Please."
Behind me, the witch murmured another spell under her breath, and the air shimmered faintly. "He will wake,"
she said. "But the question, Olivia..." her voice dropped to a whisper, "...is who he will be when he does."
Her words brought a chill to me, and | frowned. "You sound as if you know what will happen. Why don’t you tell
me?"
The witch shook her head. "I have no idea, but all | know is that a price will be paid for the return of his soul. You
all should just be ready."
| swallowed hard in panic and stared at Lennox, wondering what would becof him when he wakes up. But
one thing | know is that nothing could be worse than his death, so | am willing to risk it all.
Before | could ask more, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. | turned toward the door just
as it flew open.
"Lennox!"
It was Sir Damon and Lady Fiona, Lennox’s parents. Their faces were pale, their expressions a mix of panic and
exhaustion.
Fiona rushed past everyone straight to the bed, her trembling hands hovering over Lennox’s still body. "My
boy..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "What happened to him?"
| swallowed hard, standing back to give her space. "He's... he’s fighting to cback," | said softly.
Damon's eyes darted to the witch, narrowing immediately. "Why is she here?" His voice was sharp, full of
suspicion.
The witch didn’t flinch. "Because without me, your son would already be dead," she said calmly.
Louis and Levi appeared at the doorway then, their expressions hard.
"What are you guys doing here?" Levi muttered under his breath. His tone carried no warmth.
Louis crossed his arms, his jaw tight. "What are you doing here?" he asked coldly. "You shouldn't be here until
your trip is over."
Fiona turned sharply to face them, her voice rising. "We are still your parents. No matter what, Lennox is our
son!"
Levi scoffed quietly. "Interesting."
"Enough," Damon snapped, stepping forward towards his sons. "We had to cback the moment we heard of
Lennox’s condition, and until he is fine, we are not leaving. That's final."
| noticed Louis and Levi glaring at him. They wanted to kick against his decision, but out of the little respect they
still had for him, they just let it be.
Lady Fiona, who was caressing Lennox’s hair, was now sobbing, whispering, "What happened? What went
wrong?" but no one answered her. The room was just silent.
Feeling exhausted, | decided to leave the chaos in Lennox’s room and go take a breath of fresh air outside.
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