My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0942

Maximus looked at his family and felt everything he had once dreamed of as a child. And yet, something still robbed him of peace–Lucius.

Even if the boy didn’t hold him in high regard, Maximus still saw him as his son. He couldn’t forget the memories of Lucius as a baby–how he used to crawl into his room, how he’d lift him into his arms and feel his tiny hands grasp his finger. His pouty expressions, his babbling, the warmth of his little body–all of it had been a light in Maximus’s darkest days.

And now, watching Peter embrace fatherhood, Maximus couldn’t help but remember those lost moments.

He had to admit–anger boiled inside him. Leonardo and Frank had stolen his chance to be a father. But he wasn’t blameless either. He had been too focused on the company, too absent when his son had needed him most.

If he had paid more attention to his family, maybe things wouldn’t have spiraled the way they had.

He took a sip of whiskey, staring out the window of his office, deep in thought. Catherine’s house was another weight on his mind–filled with memories, filled with baggage. Laura had asked him to handle the properties, but even she didn’t know what to do with them.

And honestly? Neither did he.

A sudden arrival snapped him out of his thoughts–the investigator he had hired to find Lucius.

Maximus’s stomach tensed. If the man was here, that meant he had news. Good or bad… he was about to find out.

The butler led the man into the study, and Maximus forced himself to stay calm.

“Mr. Evans,” the investigator greeted, extending a hand.

Maximus walked over and shook it.

how are you?”

And actually… I bring good

asked, his surprise

is very well protected. But we finally uncovered some information.”

Protected? By

Peter.

son?” Maximus demanded, sitting

matter of where, sir. It’s a

jaw tensed. “Speak plainly.”

apologies. What I found was surprising to me as well… Your son, Lucius Palmer, was under the

Maximus froze.

Where is she?”

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Chapter 0942

in France, sir–living in Versailles under the care of Pierre Legrand

exhaled sharply. Pierre… of

is not

heart skipped

is my son?”

of none other than Judge

ran

“What?”

erased every trace of his whereabouts. It’s as if he

his fists. “What the hell does Moriarty want with