Chapter 232: I Think Lyse Is Mine
The projector screen, once a vibrant display of Brooke’s birthday celebration, now stood stark and blank, a silent testament to the shocking revelation that had just unfolded. Ken Stuart remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the empty screen, his mind reeling from the images and words he had just witnessed. The grainy footage of Maeve, her voice filled with fear and determination, echoed in his ears, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within him.
To see her now, after all these years, to hear her voice, to speak of her daughter – it was a profound and unsettling experience.
He felt a sense of disorientation, a feeling of being adrift in a sea of unanswered questions. Who was Maeve’s daughter? What had happened to her? And what did this revelation mean for him, for his past, for his future?
He remained silent, his mind consumed by the swirling thoughts and emotions. He barely registered the hushed whispers and curious glances of the other guests. He was lost in a world of memories and possibilities.
Suddenly, a gentle voice broke through his reverie. "Ken?" Lyse asked, her voice soft and concerned. "Are you alright?"
She had just come back from the restroom area and had missed the entire video debacle.
Ken blinked, his gaze shifting to Lyse, who stood beside him, her expression filled with worry. He managed a weak smile, his mind still struggling to process the events.
"I... I am suddenly not feeling too well," he said, his voice hoarse. "I think I need to leave."
Lyse nodded, her expression understanding. "Of course," she said gently. "Let me help you."