My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 449

Chapter 0449 

Chapter 0449 

“I spent a long time in intensive care. The truth is, my recovery took several years. By the time I could speak and was aware of myself, five years had already passed. I was like a baby–couldn’t talk, couldn’t walk. My body was atrophied from so much time in bed. I almost lost a hand, and when I finally managed to walk, I had to use a cane for a long time. 

“I spent two years in rehab. Theodore, that grumpy old man, has been like a father and friend to me. He took care of me diligently. As far as I know, my biological father left a lot to be desired. I don’t remember him, but from what I’ve been told, we didn’t have a good relationship. Honestly, I can say Theodore is my father. Even though these days we act more like friends, he’s been the father I might have been denied in my past life.” 

Marcus just listened, imagining the hardships his friend had endured. He didn’t have the words to describe how he felt at that moment. Peter was like a younger brother to him, someone he had grown fond of during the time they spent together. When he met Lucius, Marcus thought he’d found someone to fill the void Peter had left, but he quickly realized Lucius’s bad intentions. That was when, in the past, he’d had to teach that young man a harsh lesson. 

“I think all the pain from rehab can’t compare to the pain of knowing I don’t remember anything. When I finally woke up, not only did I need help with everything, but my mind was completely blank. Theodore tried to give me a full explanation of who I was, but to be honest, I never managed to recover any memories. At least not until yesterday…” 

“What? What do you mean by that?” Marcus asked, intrigued. 

“Yesterday, I met someone, Marcus. I went out with her. She’s an amazing woman, and somehow, she made me remember two things. First, my brother and I wanted a dog when we were kids, but we never had one. Then, I remembered the taste of cinnamon coffee. I don’t know where that memory comes from, but I know I like my coffee that way.” 

Marcus felt uneasy. He knew only one person who made coffee like that–Mary. That memory had to be from when she and Peter were together. She probably made him the same coffee she now made for Marcus. 

“Ah, but they’re just two memories. My past life is much more than that. Honestly, I prefer not to dwell on it. Since I left that hospital, I’ve been making new memories, and I don’t feel frustrated about the past.” 

“What are you saying?” 

“I know what’s going through your head, Marcus. I know you’re married to Mary, now Valerte Mary Hunter. I know you took care of her and my daughter, who, as I now know, wasn’t mine–she’s Maximus’s, my brother’s. That’s something I’ll always be grateful to you for.