My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 357

Chapter 0357 

Meanwhile elsewhere, Alexia opened her eyes. Her entire body ached, and she felt disoriented. The room carried an odd, sterile scent—a mix of disinfectant and medication. Her eyes darted from side to side, struggling to focus beyond her limited view, but no matter how hard she tried, her vision only blurred further. She wanted to speak, to call out, but her voice was silent. Summoning all the strength she had, she attempted to scream, but nothing came out. Suddenly, she heard the sound of someone entering the room. 

‘Finally! Someone’s here. They’ll realize who I am now,‘ she thought. 

“Is this the patient, Alexia Levett?” a man’s voice asked. 

“Yes, sir. Why do you ask?” responded a woman. 

“Mr. Pietrovich has entrusted her care to us. We must ensure she’s well cared for, but…” 

“But what?” 

“I need you to draft a report stating that the patient died in the ICU,” the man said, letting out a sigh. 

“Let me get this straight. You want us to declare her dead? the woman replied, hesitantly. 

“Exactly. Was I not clear?” 

“But she’s the wife of Mr. Palmer.” 

“Mr. Pietrovich is also a Palmer. And as far as I know, Mr. Maximus Palmer refused to come earlier today. It seems they were on the verge of separation.” 

“Hmm… Well, if this is an order from above, I have no problem writing the report. But what about her parents? They’ll want to see the body. How will we handle that?” 

“Give her an injection to keep her completely still I don’t want her breathing or showing any signs of life.” 

“Her parents will demand the body… 

“Mr. Pietrovich has provided a generous sum to ensure her care. We’ll need to be creative…” 

“Well… I’ll think of something…” 

Alexia’s eyes widened in terror. She wanted to scream, to plead for help. These people were planning to kill her.‘ How could Maximus not come?” she thought ‘He wouldn’t do this. Why would he leave me alone?‘ Her fate now rested in her hands, but despite her desperation, her body wouldn’t respond. She couldn’t move a limb, not even at finger. It was then that she realized she couldn’t feel anything at all except the sweat trickding down her neck. 

A silhouette appeared–an older nurse who approached her bedside and began to speak. 

“I don’t know who you crossed or angered, but someone wants you alive… just not to your family. To them, you’re dead. From now on, I’ll be your caretaker, so don’t cause me any trouble. I don’t know why they want to declare you dead, but your parents are elderly, and no one from your immediate family–your husband or children–has been reachable. Your husband outright refuses to come. You’ve been left to the mercy of your executioner.” 

The nurse leaned closer. “I know you can hear me. Your eyes say as much. Your throat must hurt–you have a tube down it to help you breathe. You were in a terrible accident, but you survived. Though, I don’t know if I’d call that lucky.” 

Alexia could hear the woman’s voice but couldn’t see anything clearly. Her eyes tried to focus elsewhere, searching for something familiar, but her gaze wouldn’t shift. Slowly, her eyelids grew heavier. The sterile white light of the room began to fade into darkness.