Maximus POV
The tension in the dimly lit room is suffocating. Everyone exchanges glances, uneasy, as they wait for me to speak. My anger is barely contained, simmering just beneath the surface.
How could someone stoop so low? The audacity of trying to sabotage this project—a home for children who’ve never known comfort—has my blood boiling.
What were they offered? Did they honestly think I wouldn’t find out? Or were they so stupid as to believe this would quietly disappear?
I steal a glance at Raymond, sitting quietly across the room, and my chest tightens. The memory of that day replays in my head like a broken record.
What if he hadn’t made it? What if he had fallen from the fourth floor? I wouldn’t be looking at him now..I’d be burying my best friend. That thought alone is enoug
