Meanwhile, Felix was battling his own demons. He
hated seeing Debbie hurt, hated knowing that his
family's legacy had driven a wedge between them. But he also couldn't ignore the growing pressure from his parents, who had made it clear that his choices didn't just affect him—they a ected everyone.
Elise found him on the balcony, staring out at the city lights.
"You look like you're about to explode," she said,
leaning on the railing beside him.
Felix sighed. "I might."
"Do you love her?" Elise asked.
Felix didn't hesitate. "Yes."
"Then fight for her," Elise said simply.
"It's not that easy," Felix said, running a hand through his hair. "You know how Mom and Dad are."
"Yeah, and I also know you," Elise said, nudging him playfully. "You've never let anyone tell you what to do before. Why start now?"
Felix smiled faintly, but his heart was heavy. He knew Elise was right. He just didn't know if Debbie would let him fight for her.