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My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 535
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Chapter 0535 +25 BONUS [Peter Palmer] "Sir, I've tried contacting the agent for flight clearance to Valentia, but I haven't had any success. I also called the airport, but they're not resolving anything. They've said we'll need to wait until at least dawn." "You're useless! I need to travel now! I need to get to Valentia!" Peter barked, the last shred of his patience slipping away.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll keep trying, but I'm likely to get the sresponse. You know how things are with your nright now. Even if you've done nothing wrong, many people don't see it that way. Have you spoken to your brother yet?" Peter let out a long, frustrated sigh.

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"I'm sorry things are so difficult, sir. But we need to keep a cool head. You'll fly; it's just a matter of waiting a few more hours." Peter buried his head in his hands. Celeste-his Celeste-was gone. It was clear he had failed her. But she wasn't the only one. His life, his brother's life, and the entire Palmer family now hung by a thread.

"You're right. I'll wait," Peter muttered after a long silence.

"Sir, if this is about Miss Johnson, I'm sure she'll understand. You did nothing wrong. You were only trying to protect her." "I don't even know anymore if that's what I truly wanted." "Miss Celeste is a good woman. If you explain everything to her honestly, I'm sure she'll understand. She's a sensible person." The captain had long realized that Peter's urgency to leave $lovenia stemmed from his anguish over the woman he had seen him with countless times. While the captain offered encouraging words, the reality was far more complicated. Frank Levett, Leonardo Palmer-his "father"-and now Marcus Bartz were all relentless enemies of the Palmer family. Nothing about the situation was simple [Maximus Palmer] "Matthew, have you heard anything from Lucius? Have you been able to locate him?" Maximus asked, downing his whiskey in one gulp.

"No, Maximus. I wish I had better news for you, but I don't" Matthew replied with a heavy heart.

"Keep searching! He must still be alive! He must have Alexia!" Maximus insisted, staring out the window of his house.

"Maximus, are you sure you want to bring that fight into this as well?" Matthew asked hesitantly.

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"Yes! Why do you ask?" "Your family. Think about them!" "They're safe. I've sent them far away. Besides, Peter is my brother. I'm doing what I should have done when we were younger." "But this isn't syouthful prank anymore... What he did is no joke." "I know! But I'll repeat myself-it's my brother. I know all of this happened when he was in an emotional shock.

1/2 +25 BONUS Chapter 0535 If only he had handled his recovery the way he should have one of this-or at least Marcus Bartz hunting him- would be happening now." "What about Mary Preston? Valerie, or whatever her names?" "I'll help her. That's what I'll do!" "It's almost unbelievable. Now you're the one who can protect her from her own husband...”

"She's suffered too much. She's lost too much. I know what she Peter was wrong, but e did with also know that if had been in my brother's place, I would've done the sthing." "Marcus Bartz isn't someone you can trust. Remember the history of his name..." "I trust that beneath that hardened shell he's built, there's still sgoodness left. We can all change!" "If you're saying that about yourself, I won't argue. But... at least you don't have a long list of 'casualties' to your name. That's what worries me." "He had his reasons. I'm worried about my brother, but as for those who fell by his hand-I'm not. You saw the investigation yourself. They were the scum of the country.

"A killer will always be a killer. Never forget that." "Matthew... Pouranother drink." [Celeste Maso]

After returning to my small home, I decided to stop using my late husband's surname. Identifying as Johnson no longer made sensem ger especially now that was pregnant with another man's children. I reverted to my maiden name, Mason, an elegant but uncommon surname. Hardly anyone bore it these days, so if a Mason appeared anywhere, they were likely family-though I doubted that, as I hadn't heard of any relatives in years.

Standing before the mirror now, I could see how my belly had grown, evidence of the little lives inside me. In just short time, l'find out their genders I was dying to know. My doctor said I'd probably learn at next month's appointment. For now, my little ones were healthy and growing strong, which was my greatest comfort.