Olivia's POV
I stepped out of the bathroom and found the healer waiting at the door. Our eyes locked, and I swallowed hard. I couldn't tell whether he truly believed I'd lost my memory—or if he knew I was lying and had simply chosen to go along with it.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked.
I swallowed again, slipping into my act even though something deep down told me there was no need. "I'm… fine," I whispered, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
He nodded and glanced at Nora and Lolita. "Could your handmaids give us a moment?" he asked.
I blinked, confused. Why did he want them to leave?
"Is there a problem?"
The healer shook his head. "No… I just want a private session with you. That's the same thing I told the Alphas."
I still didn't think there was any reason for Nora and Lolita to leave, but I had to respect his request. I gave them a small nod, and they returned it before quietly stepping out.