My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

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Following her instructions, they headed to the emergency wing. Upon arriving, they were directed down a hallway where Leonardo’s legs nearly gave out at the sight of Mary sitting on one of the chairs. She looked utterly shattered, her face streaked with tears. She was accompanied by an older woman and a man in a suit.

“Mary! Mary, my dear, how is Peter?” Leonardo asked, still in denial. He assumed Peter had been in an accident but hadn’t yet grasped the truth.

Maximus, on the other hand, felt a heavy weight in his chest. Seeing Mary in shock, unable to respond, made the reality sink in. He crouched in front of her and pulled her into an embrace. For a moment, she didn’t react. Then, she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably–a raw, guttural grief Maximus had never heard from her before.

“Mary, please try to stay calm! You’re pregnant! Your baby can’t handle this stress–please, for the baby, don’t cry!” Maximus pleaded as he held her, gently stroking her hair. To his surprise, his own tears began to flow.

“Where is my son?” Leonardo demanded desperately

“Mr. Palmer,” said the suited man, stepping forward. I’m Darius Richards, Peter’s lawyer and friend. I spoke to you earlier. We’re waiting for Mr. Bartz to arrive. Until then, we can’t proceed with anything related to Peter.”

“What does that damn man have to do with this?” Leonardo snapped.

“Mr. Bartz is the legal executor of all matters concerning Peter. Even I cannot proceed without him- those were your son’s wishes.”

Maximus released Mary and rose to speak to his father

you’ll make yourself ill. We need to wait for Bartz to clarify everything. In the meantime, we should think about how to break the news to Grandma.

is my responsibility. Your grandmother adored

Peter granting someone else control over his affairs after death–leaving the family out

number he had dreaded

do I owe this early morning call?”

you right now?”

Your tone is making me nervous,” Catherine said,

you…” Leonardo began, his

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it? Tell me! You’re worrying me.”

“It’s about Peter…”

to accept that your son is

broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

LET

what is

my son is gone.