My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 983

Maximus watched as his two children interacted. It was clear they had always been close—Lucius had always played the role of the protective older brother.

On the other hand, Amanda was taken aback by how different Sebastian was around his sister. The shy, reserved guy she knew was nowhere to be seen. This version of him was affectionate, protective, and constantly smiling. At that moment, she realized there was still so much she didn’t know about him.

After a couple of hours, it was time to sleep. Maximus assigned two rooms for the guests before heading to bed himself. As he lay down, his thoughts drifted to the future. There was still a lot to do, still wounds that needed healing. He had made mistakes with his son—mistakes that Moriarty had known how to handle, but he hadn’t.

One thought that crossed his mind was how awkward it would be when Serenity and Lucius saw each other again. His son wasn’t a bad person, but that didn’t mean he was free of mistakes. Sooner or later, they would have to talk—it was inevitable—but for now, he wouldn’t push it.

Slowly, exhaustion overtook him. It had been a long few days away, and tonight, he was drained. As he drifted off, old fears crept into his dreams. Lucius was here now. The family was together, and it would stay that way—at least as long as Alexia stayed out of the picture.

But his mind wasn’t just worried about Alexia. More than anything, he was concerned about his son Paul, whose true father had never come looking for him. And for that, Maximus was grateful.

[Meanwhile in Versailles, France]

"Time of death?" a male voice asked.

"2:30 a.m., doctor," a female voice responded.

"Alright. Do everything necessary to prepare the body. I’ll speak with the family." The doctor removed his gloves and sighed.

He finished taking off his protective gear and stepped out into the waiting room, where Pierre paced anxiously, looking like a caged lion.

"Mr. Legrand," the doctor called out.

"Yes! What happened? How is she? Is she stable now?" Pierre asked desperately.

The doctor met Pierre’s anguished gaze but couldn’t lie to him.

"Mr. Legrand, I’m very sorry to tell you that Ms. Levett couldn’t hold on any longer. Her heart stopped. We did absolutely everything we could to save her, but her body was already too weak."

"What? No… she can’t die. She was still strong—she was fine this morning," Pierre murmured, his mind racing back to the events of the day.

[Hours Earlier]

"Alexia, beautiful, wake up. Come on, it’s time for breakfast," Pierre said, holding a tray of food.

"Pierre, I’m tired. I just want to sleep, please," Alexia mumbled, barely opening her eyes.

"My love, you need to eat on time. You know the doctors said it’s important to stick to a routine. Come on, today I’ll take you to the gardens. We’ll walk a little, get some fresh air. You’ve had some long therapy sessions lately," he said cheerfully.

Alexia, however, felt more exhausted every day. It was true that she had regained some movement in her hands, but her body was drained. Deep down, she still believed that the best thing that could happen to her was to die.

"Come on, open up. I made you the food you’ve been liking lately," Pierre said, holding out a spoonful of mashed berries.

Alexia had slowly adjusted to her new diet, but she could never get used to living like this. She saw it as punishment for her entire life.