My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 933

"Mr. Moriarty, do you remember asking us to keep an eye on young Sebastian?" Anthony Moriarty’s assistant inquired.

"Yes. What about him?" Moriarty asked, his expression already showing irritation.

"We detected some… unusual activity on his computer," the assistant said, sounding nervous.

"What kind of activity?" Moriarty’s patience was thin—he hated when people beat around the bush.

"He’s been searching for Frank Levett. He did it through the dark web…" The assistant finally spilled the information, knowing full well his boss wouldn’t be pleased.

"And?" Moriarty’s response took him by surprise.

"Well… he found him," the assistant said worriedly.

"That little brat… What the hell does he want?" Moriarty muttered as he stood up from his desk.

"Revenge… don’t you think?" the assistant offered, trying to make sense of it all.

"That damn Frank Levett just won’t die in peace," the judge muttered, staring out the window.

Outside, Angela and Valentina were playing in the garden. He knew perfectly well that his wife had grown fond of the boy. Not that he was someone easy to forget—Moriarty himself sometimes forgot about him. But his wife spoke with Sebastian every day, fully embracing her role as his big sister. If something happened to the kid, it would become a real problem for Moriarty down the line.

"What do you want us to do?" the assistant asked nervously.

"Book three plane tickets to New Zealand. Clear my schedule for a week—come up with some excuse and tell them I can’t make it. Then go to that damn nursing home and move Frank out. If Sebastian found him, I have no choice. I need to relocate him."

"Don’t you think he’ll keep searching?"

"I know he will! But listen, that boy is my wife’s brother now. She cares about him, and believe me, sometimes I want to strangle the brat, but then I see Angela and hold back… What the hell did I do to deserve babysitting a damn kid?"

"Sir… I know you won’t admit it, but you care about him too. The boy is good. He’s just the only one, besides your wife, who dares to challenge you. If you think about it, he could be a worthy successor—a son, even."

"Are you out of your mind? That brat will never be like a son to me! In fact, the farther he stays from me, the better."

The assistant just shook his head. He knew the truth. Judge Moriarty, in his own way, did care about the boy. And it went both ways—Sebastian acted like he hated him, but the truth was, one night, after a few drinks, he had admitted how grateful he was for everything Moriarty had done for him and his mother.

Anthony Moriarty had been the only one who truly helped them. Sure, he had his own reasons, but they had nothing to do with money or personal gain. He had sought justice—and he had achieved it. The only problem was that one man still hadn’t paid his dues: Frank Levett Sr.

"I'm just saying… The boy has potential. If you take him under your wing, he could become a great judge, just like you."