My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 466

Chapter 0466 

“What do you want us to do now?” Theodore asked cautiously. 

“Nothing I just want to see them.” 

“Peter, what are you planning to do?” 

“I told you already!” Peter snapped, his voice rising “Damn it, wasn’t I clear enough? I just want to see them!” He gripped his cane tightly, his breath coming in short gasps as the weight of the revelation bore down on him. 

Peter bent over, clutching his chest as panic overtook him Theodore quickly helped him lie down, fetching water as Peter’s breathing grew shallow and erratic. Since leaving the hospital, these panic attacks had become a hauntingly familiar ordeal. Peter had confided in Theodore about a recurring dream: a hollow thud followed by a high–pitched ringing in his ears. He would wake up in a panic, instinctively touching his head as if searching for a Wound 

After several minutes and multiple glasses of water, Peter’s breathing steadied. His face was pale and drenched in sweat, his body trembling. His gaze was fixed on the black folder, his mind wrestling with its contents. Over and over, he whispered to himself, “Everything is fine. It’s over.” 

“Theodore,” Peter said, his voice weak but resolute, “I just want to see them. I want to see my daughter in person, to know her. I’ve come this far–I can’t leave with only this photograph. I’m not ready to face Marcus, not yet. I just need one chance to see them.” 

Theodore hesitated, then nodded. “Alright. Let me figure out their routine. There has to be a moment when you can see them, though from what the report says, Marcus rarely leaves them alone.” 

“Do whatever you need to do. I just need to see them. After that, we’ll leave.” 

A few days later, Theodore had gathered all the information: Serenity’s school, her schedule, and the days Mary picked her up alone. Peter waited until one such day and positioned himself in a luxurious car near the school. He watched as Mary and Serenity emerged from the building. 

The girl was radiant, with dark hair like the night and striking gray eyes. She was full of energy, skipping and laughing as she held her mother’s hand. Mary took her to the park and then for ice cream. Serenity was a whirlwind of joy, her liveliness evident as she played on the slide, swung high on the swings, and darted around the park 

From the car, Peter observed them in silence. His chest tightened with an unfamiliar ache. He tried to conjure memories of Mary–of the woman he was supposed to marry nearly eight years ago–but nothing surfaced. Instead, he felt a pang in his heart as he watched them. They were happy, truly happy, smiling and playing as though the world held no burdens. 

In that moment, Peter made a painful decision. For Mary, he was dead. There was no reason to disrupt the life she had built or the happiness she shared with their daughter. 

He allowed himself to enjoy every second of this stolen moment. A faint smile appeared on his face as he watched Serenity climb and slide, her laughter echoing through the park. He memorized the joy on their faces and etched it into his mind. Then, he turned away. 

“Theodore, let’s go.” 

“Where do you want to go now?” Theodore asked cautiously. 

“Back to Valentia. There’s nothing more for me here. And not a word of this to anyone. Mary and my daughter are 

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