Chapter 452 Ken’s Nightmare
Ken glanced at Connor without a word and headed to the kitchen.
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He had been here before, staying with the Lockharts while attending the nearby university. The kitchen, though renovated, remained essentially unchanged.
This place had aged over time. But back when Ken lived here, it was a brand–new home.
Ken was an orphan. Despite Wade’s sponsorship, he always knew his place as just an orphan. The Lockharts were benefactors, and he was forever grateful, fully aware of his position.
Gary, on the other hand, was born into privilege. Whatever he desired was within easy reach.
For instance, this villa was bought at an auction years ago for over a billion dollars. Gary bought it without a second thought because he had the security of his family’s wealth.
But Ken? All he had was self–doubt and careful effort…
“Smells good.” Faye and Connor, looking after Leo, who were–looking after Leo, beamed at the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen.
Since arriving at Gary’s, the best thing Faye and Connor had eaten was instant noodles. Thankfully, Leo had formula and baby food, with a nanny making sure he was well–fed.
“Ken, can I sneak a bite?” Connor peeked cautiously into the kitchen as Ken placed the ribs on a plate.
Ken smiled and put a few pieces on a small dish. “Share with Faye and Leo. Wash your hands first; we’ll eat
soon.”
Connor was almost drooling with gratitude. Gary certainly couldn’t make food this good.
Observing the children’s excitement, Gary grudgingly sat on the couch, grabbing a cookbook to study. It wasn’t that he couldn’t cook; he just didn’t have the time…
Given the current cautious circumstances, even the longtime housekeeper turned out to be Patrick’s spy, making Gary too paranoid to hire a new cook.
The nanny was the only one he could trust because she was assigned by the army.
“Wash
up and let’s eat,” Ken called, efficiently preparing 3 dishes and a bowl of soup in no time.
Faye and Connor, having washed their hands early, sat eagerly at the dining table, waiting for the food.
Leo, already fed with rice noodles and baby food, played contentedly on his mat.
Gary, still seated on the couch with his book, expected Ken to call him for dinner…
But when the kids started eating, no one called for him.
Fuming, Gary glowered at his ungrateful son, who forgot all about his father at the sight of good food.
“Isn’t your daddy going to eat?” Faye asked, concerned.
Gary felt a tug at his heart. Raising a daughter was indeed more rewarding–Connor just wasn’t as considerate as Faye.
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“My dad is very disciplined and skips dinner.” Connor waved off, continuing to eat his ribs.
Ken didn’t bother with Gary and instead served meal to the 2 kids and then himself.
As everyone was nearly done eating, Gary swallowed his pride and walked over, clearing his throat. “I skipped breakfast and lunch… I’m pretty hungry now.”
Ken didn’t respond, nor did Connor. Faye, on the other hand, nudged the empty plate and utensils beside her. “Ken set this for you.”
Gary glanced carefully at Ken, noticing no objections, and finally sat down to eat.
“Mm, still tastes the same. It’s delicious,” Gary muttered, offering a compliment, but Ken remained indifferent.
The coldness Ken showed Gary now was just a reflection of the indifference Gary had once shown him.
Accepting his fate, Gary silently dug into his meal, appreciating the uncommon indulgence of dinner after years of self–discipline.
He even found himself eyeing the last rib, wanting to snatch it from Connor.
Connor, blinking in shock, obediently placed the last rib in his father’s dish. “Dad, you must be starving.”
Gary felt embarrassed and stole a glance at Ken, who ignored him and washed the dishes–except for Gary’s.
Gary wanted to speak to Ken, but Ken had already retreated to his room.
To his own room …
In this villa, Gary had always kept Ken’s room as it was.
Ken returned to his old room almost instinctively and was momentarily stunned by its unchanged state. Everything was just as he had left it, untouched.
Ken sat on the bed in silence, taking a deep breath.
Was he wronged? Certainly. For so many years, he had been misunderstood and hurt by those closest to him…
“Are you asleep?” Gary’s voice came through the door after washing the dishes.
“Can we talk?” Gary wanted to know what had really happened back then.
“Sorry, I’m tired.” Ken wanted to rest.
“Consider it work; you need to talk to me,” Gary insisted, bringing up duty.
The investigation into Patrick required Ken’s cooperation to recount past events.
Ken’s body tensed. He knew this confrontation was inevitable, He would have to relive his pair the investigation.
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Ken stood up and opened the door.
Chapter 452 Ken’s Nightmare
Gary watched him, swallowed, and followed him inside.
“What do you want to ask?” Ken asked, breaking the silence.
Gary, pretending to be formal, pulled out a notebook and pen as if taking an official statement.
Ken wasn’t fooled. This task should fall to law enforcement, not Gary….
They were investigating illegal foreign mercenaries and armed groups.
“What really happened… with Sylvester’s kidnapping?” Gary asked cautiously.
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Ken paused before responding, “At the time, Sylvester was deeply invested in an overseas project that kept slipping through our fingers. He planned to negotiate personally. An insider deliberately exposed our movements, assuming the guise of our partners and changing the meeting location.”
Sylvester had trusted Ken and Quentin equally. “I later found out Quentin leaked the information. He exploited Sylvester’s trust, luring him to Osmen. We were ambushed by mercenaries the moment we landed, and despite our efforts to save ourselves, our captors were intent on silencing us…”
“They were organized, disciplined, repeat offenders… They frequently kidnapped wealthy individuals, never leaving any survivors. Both Sylvester and I knew it was a death sentence. We had no way to escape their armed control. Knowing he’d die, Sylvester intentionally fought with me. He already suspected the mastermind was his most trusted confidant, and Quentin was likely Patrick’s man.”
Sylvester, ever so shrewd, even knew who was behind his demise at the moment of his death.
He pretended to turn against Ken, accusing him of betrayal, just so Patrick might spare Ken’s life.
If Sylvester misjudged Ken and Ken returned alive, then everyone else would as well, significantly shifting suspicion away from Patrick and Quentin.
“So you saw their faces. How did they let you go?” Gary eyed Ken sharply.
It was clear Ken was hiding something–the worst part, the nightmare he still refused to reveal.
“Because…” Ken’s voice trembled, “they forced me to… kill Sylvester.”
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