Maxwell's POV.
I knew it would come to this. I had anticipated it from the moment she entered the room, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and vulnerability. Now that she was going to bring up her nanny, I remember I had already sent someone to fetch her. I had questions for the nanny too, but that wasn’t the focus of this moment.
My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to make Delilah understand that this wasn’t easy for me either. How could I make her see that, despite everything, she needed Farrell to unlock more of her powers? It wasn’t just about her feelings or mine…it was about destiny, about the path the goddess had laid out for us.
“You’re scaring me,” she said, her voice trembling. “You knew perfectly well I could hear your thoughts, yet you're still pushing it forwar
