Chapter 125: She Is Not Your Daughter
The plush surroundings of the luxury hotel suite did little to ease Ken’s restless spirit. He paced back and forth across the thick carpet, his gaze fixed on the city skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The days since his collapse had been a blur of medical tests and anxious waiting. He had been discharged with a clean bill of health, but his mind was far from at peace. He was consumed by the image of the woman he had seen, the woman he was convinced in his heart was Maeve.
Since he had entrusted Bella with the task of finding her, he had been clinging to the hope that after all these years, he might finally have some answers. He had barely slept, his mind racing with possibilities, each one more tantalizing and terrifying than the last.
Finally, the knock he had been waiting for echoed through the suite. He rushed to the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. Bella stood there, her expression unreadable.
"Bella," he said, his voice laced with hope. "Did you find her?"
Bella stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She took a seat on one of the plush armchairs, her expression turning serious.
"I found the woman you saw, Ken," she said, her voice gentle.
Ken’s heart leaped. "And... it’s her?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Tell me you saw my Maeve."
Bella hesitated for a moment, . "The woman you saw... her name is Lyse, not Maeve" she said.
Ken’s breath caught in his throat. Lyse. The name was unfamiliar, but it didn’t matter. He had seen her face, he had felt that inexplicable connection. It had to be Maeve.