I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father
Chapter 232: I Think Lyse Is Mine

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."

She offered him her arm, and Ken gratefully accepted her assistance. He felt a wave of weariness wash over him, a sense of exhaustion that went beyond physical fatigue. He needed to escape, to find a quiet place where he could gather his thoughts and make sense of what he had just seen.

They made their way through the hushed ballroom, their departure drawing curious glances from the other guests. Ken managed a polite nod to those who offered their greetings, but he could not bring himself to engage in conversation or even say a word.

As they reached the limousine, Lyse helped Ken into the plush leather seats, her expression filled with concern at his pale counternance. "Are you sure you are alright?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Yes, yes, my dear." Ken mumbled, his gaze fixed on the passing city lights. "Just... tired. And a little overwhelmed."

"I understand," Lyse said, her voice reassuring. "I will make sure you get back to your hotel safely."

The ride back to Ken’s hotel was silent, the only sound the soft hum of the limousine’s engine. Ken remained lost in his thoughts, his mind replaying the video footage, his heart heavy with unanswered questions.

When they arrived at the hotel, Lyse helped Ken out of the limousine and escorted him to the entrance.

"Thank you, Lyse," he said, his voice laced with gratitude. "I don’t know what I would have done without you."

"Don’t mention it, Ken," Lyse said, her smile warm and genuine. "I’m glad I could help."

She hesitated, then asked. "Are you sure you are okay? I can help you to your room."

"No, I am not that frail." He said with a teasing smile that Lyse answered with her own smile.

"I apologize for cutting our evening short," Ken said, his voice laced with regret. "I was really looking forward to spending more time with you."

"It’s alright, Ken," Lyse said reassuringly. "Your health is what is more important. I hope you feel better soon."

Ken gave her a grateful look. "I will. And I will be in touch."

He watched as Lyse walked towards the limousine that was still parked outside, waiting to take her back to James apartment building, her silhouette disappearing into the night. He felt a pang of guilt for leaving her alone, but he knew he could not face another moment with her. He needed to be alone, to process what he had seen, to confront the ghosts of his past.

He entered the hotel, his steps slow and deliberate. He rode the elevator to his penthouse suite, his mind still reeling from the events of the evening. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar comfort of his suite offering a sense of solace.

He was surprised to see Bella, sprawled on the couch, enjoying a plate of snacks and watching television. She looked up, her expression a mixture of surprise and concern.

"Ken?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion. "What are you doing back so soon? I thought you were going to be at the party for a little while longer."

Ken sighed, his gaze shifting to the television screen, which flickered with a mindless sitcom. "I was not feeling well," he said, his voice hoarse. "I had to leave."

Bella’s expression softened. She got up to her feet and walked to him, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright?" she asked. "You look... pale."

"I’m fine," Ken mumbled, his gaze shifting away from hers. "Just... tired."

He walked over to the bar, his movements slow and deliberate. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the crystal tumbler.

"What happened at the party?" Bella asked, her voice laced with curiosity. "Did something happen to... upset you?"

Ken took a sip of his whiskey, the burn of the alcohol a welcome distraction from the turmoil within him. He hesitated, unsure how much to reveal.

"I saw something," he said finally, his voice low and strained. "Something... unexpected."

Bella’s eyebrows shot up. "Unexpected?" she echoed. "Like what?"

Ken took another sip of his whiskey, his gaze fixed on the swirling liquid. He knew he had to tell her. He couldn’t keep this to himself.

"There was a video," he said, his voice barely audible. "An old video. Of Maeve."

Bella’s eyes widened. "Maeve?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. "But... she has been gone for years."

"I know," Ken said, his voice heavy with emotion. "But she was there, on the screen. Talking. About her daughter."

Bella’s expression turned thoughtful. "Her daughter?" she echoed. "You mean Brooke?"

Ken sat down tiredly and lowered his head, keeping quiet for a minute while Bella hovered above him nervously.

He raised his head and took a long swig of his whiskey, the burn of the alcohol a welcome distraction from the swirling thoughts and emotions within him.

"I think Maeve’s daughter is mine." He said, his voice distant. "I think Lyse is my daughter."