My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 850

Chapter 0850

Two weeks had passed, and Peter still showed no interest in speaking to or seeing Maximus or Celeste. The hospital, which had once been filled with family and friends waiting outside his room, was now only visited by Alden- and occasionally, Marcus.

Celeste tried to stay calm and positive, but in this situation she wasn’t sure how much optimism she could muster.

After what Peter had told her, she had stayed away from the hospital. At first, Alden insisted that she visit, but one day, Celeste confided in Serenity, telling her everything Peter had said. After that, neither Alden nor Serenity pushed her to go anymore.

Alden decided not to pressure her further. Instead, he focused on visiting his father, who was getting stronger with each passing day. Soon, he would be discharged, and it would finally be time to confront everything that had been left unresolved.

Spending all that time alone in the hospital had forced Peter to process the overwhelming amount of information about his life.

Marcus had visited him regularly, updating him on everything that had happened–including how he had played a role in restoring their family name.

That was something Peter should have been proud of.

But what shook him the most was learning that he and Maximus weren’t blood brothers.

It hit him like a bucket of ice–cold water.

“Peter, your investigation helped Moriarty put the right people behind bars. Your father was one of them,” Marcus had told him.

Days passed, and finally, Peter decided it was time to stop acting like a child. He needed to talk to his brother. Maximus was shocked when he received Peter’s call. It was unexpected, especially because, for the first time, Peter actually wanted to see him.

“Come in,” Peter said, standing by the window when Maximus arrived.

“Peter…” Maximus greeted cautiously.

Peter turned around and looked at his brother.

For some reason, the first time he had seen him, he had judged him too quickly. But now, as he truly took in Maximus’s appearance, he could see the difference. His brother looked older, more mature–the gray in his hair and the weight of time on his face made it clear that life had moved forward without him.

“Let’s take a walk in the garden. I’m sick of being stuck in here,” Peter said, his voice noticeably different from the first time they spoke.

“Alright.”