My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 988

"Mr. Maximus, has that refreshed your memory, or do I need to continue detailing the real events?"

"Mr. Legrand, I don’t understand… What exactly is your interest in Alexia—my wife?"

"Well, I have something of great importance to tell you. Actually, two things, Mr. Evans.

"First: I regret to inform you that Alexia Levett passed away two days ago. Her wish was finally granted—her heart couldn’t take it anymore, and she lost her life.

"There was no funeral. She was cremated, and her ashes now rest in the Legrand family urn.

"Second, and the real reason I came to see you: I am absolutely certain that you know one of your children isn’t biologically yours. Am I correct?"

Maximus clenched his jaw. "Mr. Legrand, I’m still processing the first thing, and now you’re already jumping to the second?" he replied, not bothering to hide his irritation.

"Maximus Evans, it seems you’ve suddenly remembered that your wife didn’t die in that accident… And that one of your children isn’t actually yours," Pierre said in a dangerously smooth voice.

"Where are you going with this?" Maximus asked, unfazed.

"Mr. Evans, I just want you to know one thing—I am Paul Evans’s biological father," Pierre said without hesitation. "Now that Alexia is gone, I want to meet my son. And you know as well as I do that I have every right to do so."

Maximus narrowed his eyes, his tone turning even colder. "Mr. Legrand, let me ask you something. If you truly are Paul’s father, as you claim, then where have you been all these years? Because as far as I’m concerned, I’ve been the only father my son has ever known."

"You may have been the one to donate the sperm to my wife, but I—I—am the one who has cared for every single one of my children. Maybe not in the best way, but they have never, never, lacked anything.

"So tell me, what makes you think I will allow you to come here and disrupt his life?"

Pierre raised an eyebrow. "So you did know that Paul isn’t your son?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

"Of course, I knew!" Maximus snapped. "But there was never a need to drag that painful truth into the light. My wife and I made mistakes, but I didn’t think it was necessary for those mistakes to blow up in our children’s faces."

"Yes, I’ll admit—my life has been full of excesses. But I don’t need to explain that to you.

"The truth is, Alexia spent her last days with me. I searched everywhere for a cure, but in the end, her heart simply couldn’t take it anymore." Pierre’s voice softened slightly, laced with sincerity.

"I begged Alexia to let me meet my son. I always knew she had gotten pregnant, but she never let me near him. And no—I didn’t stay away as a favor to you. I did it for her."

Maximus scoffed. "A favor? What favor?"

Pierre exhaled, his expression darkening slightly. "I loved her, Maximus. As much as you did—maybe even more. She was my friend in university. We were together all through college, as friends. After that, we went our separate ways. She never knew my true background."

"When she got pregnant with Paul, I told her I wanted to accept my son. I was willing to accept her too. But she refused—because, according to her, you loved her and she couldn’t just end her marriage."

Pierre’s jaw tightened. "Now I know the truth. Her father and grandfather had her under constant threat. She begged me not to seek out my son. And on her deathbed, she asked me to wait—not to approach him until he was an adult and could process the truth better."