Amelia POV
Standing before me was a woman I recognized all too well—Victoria. Her presence alone was enough to send my heart racing, but it was the little girl clutching her hand that rendered me speechless. The child, no older than five, had Maxwell's piercing green eyes and a cascade of dark curls.
"Amelia," Victoria began her tone a mix of determination and apprehension. "This is Lila, Maxwell's daughter."
I stared at them, words failing me. The resemblance was undeniable, but the implications were staggering. How could Maxwell have a child I knew nothing about?
Victoria's gaze softened slightly as she continued, "I know this is a shock, but Maxwell needs to know about her. Lila deserves to know her father."
My mind raced, trying to process the revelation. The tension b
