Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 701

Max watched Herman sit in silence and decided to move things along. "Herman, why don't you just tell us what Draven was actually trying to do."

Herman exhaled. "Better to wait for Draven."

"Wait how long exactly?" Max said. "Can you not see that Ayla is furious? You were there for all of it. You know everything. What requires Draven's personal delivery? Does it only count if he says it himself?" He leaned forward slightly. "None of this is good news. Just say it."

Herman had a grudging respect for Max's directness. But Ayla had been holding herself together through sheer restraint, and she'd just said out loud that she was worried about the babies. He couldn't keep ignoring that.

"Draven wanted to take care of them."

"On what basis?" Max said. "They're not his children."

"To punish Troy."

Max considered this. "That tracks, actually. Straight to what Troy cares about most. You could almost call it poetic justice." He glanced back at Ayla, whose expression had continued to darken, then looked at Herman with something sharper. "But dragging the children into it is selfish. Did anyone stop to think about what this does to them? Or to Ayla?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Nobody did."

Herman had no defense to offer.

"So when Mr. Storm decided to take on this parenting project," Max continued, "was that a temporary arrangement? A month? Two months? Or did he have something longer in mind?"

Ayla wanted to know the answer to that too. She couldn't predict Draven's thinking anymore. Everything he'd done had caught her off guard.

She felt like she was sitting across from a stranger.

"Until they're grown," Herman said.

Ayla and Max both stared at him.

Max took a moment. "Draven actually came up with that? Troy sneaks around and produces two children without telling anyone, which is genuinely terrible and puts Draven in an impossible position. I understand Draven wants to hit back. But raising them to adulthood?"

He shook his head. "That's not revenge; that's delusion. Did you try talking him out of it? Because that's something you could have actually stopped."

Ayla couldn't make sense of it either. The uncertainty pressed against her chest, a pressure with no release.

Herman glanced at her. "As for why, that's for Draven to explain."

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