What's happening to Maxwell?!

Maxwell stormed into the house, his face red with anger. He slammed the door behind him, causing Hannah to jump in surprise.

"Why did you do that?" he shouted, his voice shaking with rage. "You know he's our enemy! Why did you try to help him? Why were you feeling pity for him?"

"What?"

Hannah's eyes widened in fear as she saw the look of fury on Maxwell's face. She knew he was right - she had acted recklessly, forgotten Marcus was their enemy. But she couldn't help but feel sorry for Marcus, who had been injured trying to protect them all from the gang. Hannah had seen the look of terror on his face as he faced down the leader, and she couldn't help but admire his courage. But she also knew that Maxwell wouldn't understand - he was always so quick to judge, and never saw the good in people.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to upset you in any way. I just...I just wanted to help him."

Maxwell glared at her, his jaw clenched. "Help him?" He asked. "I sa