My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0883 Maximus was going through his emails when he spotted one from his lawyer. The message confirmed that today was the day-he had to show up at the prison where Leonardo and Frank were being held.

He dressed in a sharp, all-black suit, making sure he looked as presentable as possible. Then, without hesitation, he headed for the prison.

He had a debt to settle with Peter. His brother had helped him find his father, and now, Maximus wanted Peter to know where his mother's remains were.

The prison where Anthony Moriarty had locked them up was the worst of the worst. As soon as Maximus arrived, a wave of unease settled over him. No matter what, Leonardo had once been part of his past. Seeing him now-old, powerless, penniless, wasting away in a place like this-made him feel... something.

But then he remembered. He remembered all the pain and suffering Leonardo had inflicted on his mother, Martina. On Peter. On Alexia. Even on his own son. And just like that, resentment took over.

[Blackstone Prison]

"Leonardo Palmer, you have a visitor," the head guard barked.

"Who's looking for me?" Leonardo asked, struggling to his feet.

"I'm not your damn messenger. Get your ass up and go see for yourself," the guard replied crudely.

Leonardo held out his hands for the cuffs. Once they were secured, the cell door creaked open, and he stepped out, moving slowly. Life in this prison was brutal— especially with Frank Levett's son making it his personal mission to make Leonardo's life hell.

prepared him for the sight waiting for

area.

Maximus Evans.

His son.

arrest, and not once had Maximus come to

he was here now, it had to

decides to visit me," Leonardo said

sarcasm.

exactly where he stood in this place. But

isn't a courtesy visit," Maximus

was piqued. He raised an

what do you want? To what do I owe the honor of

proposal," Maximus

as I know, you have nothing that could possibly interest me. You have nothing. All my money, all my properties under the Palmer name, were seized. You, my dear son, must be out on the streets by now. So tell me, how

had anyone to clue you in on what's going on. You do realize I'm not your son, right? I changed my last name to my

is dead. Stop dragging my son's name through the

his mind, he refused to believe it. Over and over, he

in this hellhole. Among his many crimes, one stood out he had orchestrated the