Chapter 119: I Want Brandon
The moment Lyse’s eyes fluttered open, Levi’s heart had soared. Relief, pure and unadulterated, washed over him, making his knees weak. But the joy was short-lived, replaced by a chilling unease that settled deep in his bones.
Lyse’s gaze, though open, held no recognition. Her eyes darted around the room, unfocused and filled with confusion, before finally settling on him. But the look she gave him was not one of familiarity, care or even anger. It was one of fear.
"Who... who are you?" she repeated, her voice trembling. She recoiled slightly, pulling her hand away from his.
Levi’s heart plummeted. He stared at her, his mind reeling, trying to comprehend what was happening.
"Lyse... it’s me," he said softly, his voice laced with confusion and a growing sense of dread. "It’s Levi."
He wondered if she was still hurt over the news that he was Brandon’s father. It had been the last thing on her mind when she got into that accident, he was saddened at the thought that it was the first thing on her mind after waking up.
Lyse’s brow furrowed, her eyes searching his face as if looking for something she couldn’t find. "Levi?" she repeated, the name sounding foreign on her lips. "I... I don’t know any Levi. What am I doing here?"
A cold dread gripped Levi’s chest. He felt like the ground had just dropped out from beneath him. This was not just disorientation from waking up from the coma. This was something else, something far more serious.
"Where is James? Why is Brandon not here?" Lyse asked, her voice filled with a childlike fear. "I want Brandon."