My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 542

Chapter 0542 

+25 BONUS 

Frank Levett had spent several years confined to a hospice reserved for those with no resources. Marcus Bartz had appeared as a generous benefactor, ensuring Frank was fed cared for, and safe in exchange for a hefty check–a payment the staff deeply appreciated. 

After Marcus’s last visit to Frank, it was expected that his care would cease. However, what Marcus hadn’t accounted for was that someone had been closely tracking his every move. Someone who, silently and strategically, had been pulling strings to appear insignificant. 

That day, this silent observer arrived at the hospice, papers and identification in hand. Frank Levett Jr. was there to claim the man who was once the unshakable “Judge Levett.” 

“Dr. Marlow,” Frank Jr. began coldly, “it’s in your best interest to keep quiet. You should know that what you’ve done all these years could lead to scrutiny–not just of your life, but your family’s too. For their sake and the sake of everyone working here, you will not breathe a word of this to Marcus Bartz.” 

“My father regains his freedom today. Fear and hatred, Dr. Marlow, believe me, outweigh power. That man you see lying there, waiting for his end, will rise again as if by a miracle. You have no idea how many lives his return will change. It’s time people remembered who the Levett family is in Valentia. It’s time they remembered we are a symbol of respect and power.” 

For years, Frank Levett had made the world believe he was the sole powerhouse of the Levett family–a man of charisma, dominance, and overwhelming presence. He’d often claimed that his genes had skipped a generation and only his granddaughter, Alexia Levett, had inherited his imposing qualities. But he was gravely mistaken. Frank Levett Jr., for all his outward appearances of conformity, possessed an unmatched stoicism. People assumed his wife held more power than he did. 

They underestimated him. 

In a world of shifting loyalties, appearances mattered. Frank Jr.’s ability to manipulate unnoticed had allowed him to build an empire that no one dared question. 

He never contested his father’s actions nor flinched when Marcus Bartz began hunting everyone connected to the death of his family. But what truly enraged him was discovering that Bartz had been slowly killing his father, piece by piece. Frank Jr. wasn’t the type for prolonged vendettas; he preferred a clean shot to the head and a swift end. Toying with a victim like a cat with its prey felt degrading to him.