My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

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Chapter 0692

Peter spent a few days in the hospital, giving Maximus a chance to see the many sides of his brother. The toll on Peter was obvious, both physically and emotionally.

Meanwhile, Theodore had already returned to Valentia. Seeing his friend and ally in such a fragile state, he knew what needed to be done. Regardless of Peter’s condition, he couldn’t waver–it was something Peter had entrusted him with, and failure wasn’t an option.

Maximus, however, struggled to understand Theodore’s reluctance to proceed with the operation. At least the concerned brother had succeeded in having Dr. Hill, a seasoned physician, take on Peter’s case. Despite her extensive experience, it was her first time treating someone with Peter’s condition.

Peter, on the other hand, was increasingly aware of how much time he had spent in Valentia. In moments of clarity, he worried about the promises he had made to Celeste, telling her he’d return quickly after tying up some business. The truth, however, was far more complicated.

Part of him wanted to stay–lost in memories of Mary, as if his presence in Valentia could somehow help her should she need him. But the logical part of him wanted to leave, knowing the longer he stayed, the worse things could become. Dr. Hill was doing all she could to help him, but the operation was inevitable.

on the ultrasound had reassured her, though she couldn’t shake the frustration of not being able to see Serenity and John. No matter

in books, took long walks through

she had curated

couldn’t sleep, he would listen to Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 by Chopin. He had once shared its significance with her, explaining that as a child, his mother would play it to help

Marcus was bittersweet. She hadn’t been able to speak with

matter what people said about him, she still loved Marcus. It hurt to think her husband might truly be a killer. She

right now I wish this was all a nightmare,

She longed for her life in Hesperia–her home, her belongings, the familiar streets of her country.

into had only grown messier with time. If they had processed Peter’s

she was 18 and he was 25 was fleeting, and it