Helena POV
"So, who's the father then?" Maxwell asked, his hands folded around his chest, his eyes filled with curiosity. I was pretty sure if he found out the truth, he wouldn't be as curious as he looked now.
I couldn't resist taking a jab at him, just for the sake of seeing his reaction. "Well, if you must know Maxwell, the child is yours," I said with a smirk, trying to keep a straight face.
The look on Maxwell's face was pure gold. His eyes widened in shock, and his mouth dropped open. He looked like he had been punched in the gut. For a moment, he just stared at me, his face frozen in a mixture of shock and horror. I couldn't help but chuckle at his expense.
His hands dropped mine as if I had suddenly turned boiling hot. "You are lying," he spat at me, stepping away from me like
