INICIAR SESIÓNHOPE SEALEDMaxwell’s POV For a moment after I took Daniel’s hand, I simply stood there, feeling the solid warmth of his grip and the strange steadiness that followed. It was not the handshake of a rival or the condescending clasp of someone offering charity. It was firm, equal, grounding. When he released me, I became acutely aware that the document beneath my hand was still incomplete.“There are a few more pages,” Mr. Harrison said gently, drawing my attention back to the folder. “Standard clauses. Academic expectations, housing arrangements, duration of sponsorship.”Housing.The word slipped past me at first, too subtle to fully register. I nodded, swallowing the swell of emotion rising in my chest, and carefully flipped the document to the next page. The paper felt crisp, official, heavier than ordinary sheets, as though it carried the weight of a future I had not dared to imagine.My eyes skimmed the text, though my mind struggled to keep pace. Tuition coverage in full. Academ
OCCUR IN COINCIDENCE Maxwell’s POV My entire body locked as the figure stepped fully into the living room, the air around him charged with a presence I knew too well. For a fraction of a second, my mind betrayed me, dragging up old memories of polished marble floors, towering gates, and the suffocating weight of a mansion that had once been mine before it was stripped away. The scent I had associated with that world—expensive cologne, confidence sharpened to a blade, privilege worn like armor—hit me first. And then my eyes focused.“Daniel?” The name escaped me before I could stop it.He stood there, slightly out of breath, his hand still on the door as though he had pushed it open too hard in his haste. But there was no sneer on his face. No cold triumph. Only shock—mirroring my own—and something that looked dangerously close to concern.“Maxwell?” he said, scanning the room quickly before his gaze settled on me. “I—I didn’t mean to barge in like that.”The tension inside my chest
THE VISITMaxwell POV Mr. Harrison shook his head slowly.“My wife and I have been blessed,” he said. “We have enough. More than enough. But what is the point of wealth if it cannot restore someone’s future?”Mira’s eyes glistened beside me.I could not speak. My mouth opened, but no words came out.Mr. Harrison exhaled.“Then I asked the manager about you,” he admitted. “And he told us your story.”The words made my chest twist.My story. The loss. The humiliation. The stolen inheritance.The pain I had been carrying like a secret wound.Mr. Harrison continued, “When I heard what happened to your parents… and how your family property was taken… I felt anger. Not just sympathy. Anger. Because no young man should have to carry such weight alone.”I lowered my gaze, my eyes burning.Just then, footsteps sounded from the staircase.A woman appeared, descending with grace. She was the same woman from the restaurant—kind eyes, gentle smile, the kind of face that made you feel safe.She ap
REFLECTION VISIT Maxwell POV That night, even after my shift ended, sleep refused to come quickly.I lay on my narrow bed, staring at the ceiling as though the cracked paint might suddenly rearrange itself into a new destiny. My body was exhausted, my legs heavy, my hands still smelling faintly of soup and dishwater, but my heart was restless—alive in a way it had not been for weeks.A sponsorship. The word kept echoing in my mind like a sacred chant.It sounded too good to be real. Like the kind of miracle people whispered about in churches, the kind that only happened to strangers in testimonies, not to boys like me who had been stripped of everything and thrown into humiliation.Yet, it had happened. Someone had seen me. Not Maxwell Foster the fallen heir. But Maxwell Foster the boy trying not to drown.And for the first time since the mansion was taken, since my world collapsed, I did not feel like life was only punishing me. I felt like life had paused—just for a moment—to offe
UNEXPECTED FAVOUR Maxwell’s POV I blinked rapidly, but the tears rose anyway, burning behind my eyes like fire. I lowered my face slightly, ashamed of my weakness, but Mira’s gaze did not judge me. It only softened further.“They said they want to help you,” Mira concluded gently. “They said they want to sponsor your education. They want to make sure you finish school. They want to make sure you reach university. They said you deserve that chance.”My hands trembled as they rested on the table. I could not speak. I could not even breathe properly.Joy rose in my chest like a sudden flood, warm and overwhelming, but sorrow followed closely behind it. Because the news was beautiful, yet it also reminded me of how broken my life had become. It reminded me that Maxwell Foster who once had unlimited access to education now needed strangers to sponsor his future.The irony was bitter. Yet the kindness was sweeter than anything I had tasted in months.My eyes filled completely, and a tear
HELPMaxwell’s POV The evening arrived quietly, slipping into the restaurant like a familiar guest. The sun had already lowered itself beyond the horizon, leaving behind a dim orange glow that clung to the windows like fading warmth. The atmosphere inside the restaurant shifted with the night. The crowd grew thicker. The laughter became louder. The plates clattered more frequently, and the voices of customers blended into a restless hum that filled every corner of the space.My body, however, had begun to protest.My legs felt heavy, as though stones had been tied to my ankles. My back ached from constant movement, and my fingers were sore from gripping trays and writing orders repeatedly. Yet I did not complain. I could not complain. Fatigue was now part of my life, just like grief. Just like hunger. Just like the bitter memory of what I once had.I had been running around for hours, taking orders, serving food, apologizing for delays, cleaning tables, and forcing smiles even when m







