My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

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Author: Alut

Last Updated:2024-11-06 18:27:44

As Maximus, Emma, and Catherine waited in a private room for news about Mary’s condition, Catherine couldn’t help but remember how the girl had come into their lives five years ago. Much of this information was unknown to Maximus.

Mary had been 17 years old when she was suddenly forced to leave her country. Her grandfather, Albert had called her at school and asked to see her when classes ended. Catherine recalled advising Albert that they should leave without telling anyone…

-Flashback-

Albert had called the school and asked Mary to wait for him at the entrance in ten minutes. When he opened the car door, he saw his granddaughter, and she saw the man who had always been strong now looking distraught, his face full of anguish.

“Hurry, Mary, get in! We need to leave now…”

“Grandpa, what’s going on? My things are still inside…”

“That doesn’t matter anymore. Come on!”

She had no choice but to get in. She thought, ‘Regina will pack up my things and bring them home this afternoon.’ The car stopped at a hangar, and the driver asked for their phones.

“Sir, miss, I need your mobile devices and anything that can be tracked.”

“Go on, dear, give him what he asks for!”

“Grandpa?” she responded, a bit scared.

“My dear, there’s so much to explain, but there’s no time right now. I’ll tell you later, but please hand over your things.”

Left with no other choice, Mary handed over her phone. It was the only thing she had with her; there were no extra clothes except her school uniform and a locket with pictures of her mother and grandmother.

The driver handed the devices to another person, and they continued on. Something that caught Mary’s attention was the driver’s accent. They weren’t local, that much was clear, but she couldn’t figure out where they were from. Finally, the driver stopped at a hangar, and they saw a private plane.

This is as far as I go. Someone will pick you up when you arrive at your

so much, young man! I know how much you’re risking by doing this. I will always be grateful to

need to thank me. It’s our

like jelly, and she was sweating cold. She didn’t understand what was happening. All she knew was that it had to

and fasten your seatbelt.

why are we leaving like this? We don’t

voice came over

your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We will take off in

relaxed a little.

I can tell you what’s going on, my

“What’s happening, Grandpa?”

the owner and

“But…where are we going?”

You’re about to turn 18, and this problem would catch up to you as well. So I asked for a favor from some old family friends. You don’t know them, but they

care what they take from us.

lawyer has stayed behind to clear our

began to come into view, along

arrived. Please fasten your seatbelts; we’re

them. Albert began speaking in Valentian, and Mary realized that the

dear, get in the

“Yes, Grandpa!”

she observed the green fields, streets, and picturesque houses with flower-filled pots. The place seemed frozen in time. Suddenly, a huge mansion came into view. She was amazed—she had

“Oh welcome, Albert!”

woman spoke in Valentian, and Mary only understood the greeting. She was surprised to hear how fluently her grandfather began

to Mrs.

“But…”

can speak in Hesperian; she

“Okay, hello, Mrs. Catherine!”