My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 1155

Laura arrived at the Moriarty residence a bundle of nerves, a tight knot twisting in her stomach and threatening to rise into her throat.

Angela Moriarty greeted her at the door and instantly understood the reason for her visit. She tried to be empathetic, but deep down, she knew Lucius had already made up his mind.

For Angela, the thought of losing someone who had become like a son—who had brought so much warmth into her home—was hard. But she also understood that if she didn't let him go, he might never heal from the loss of his wife.

What Lucius needed was time—time and distance. He was clear about one thing: he didn't want everyone to put their lives on hold just because of his.

He had spent part of his youth in solitude. He knew how to survive—even if now, things were different. Now he had a daughter. That was new. But there were always nannies. If there was something he couldn't handle, he'd find help.

"Laura, you should know that he… well, you know your brother. I've tried to talk him out of it, but he's made up his mind," Angela said honestly.

"Thank you, Angela. I know this must be hard for you too…"

"Believe me, I've tried to convince him—for Amanda's sake. But I also trust him. He's responsible. Even my husband admits he's no longer the same boy who walked through our door. He's grown into a good man. I only regret that he'll be leaving his studies incomplete again. If you can talk him out of this, great. But if not, then all we can do is wish him well… and visit when he lets us," Angela said, already resigned to the inevitable.

"Where is he?"

"Come, I'll take you. He's in the garden. Oh! Adrian, I didn't greet you properly—how are you, dear? And how's little Adéle?" she asked with her usual warmth when she spotted Laura's companion.

Most people already knew that Laura and Adrian were giving their relationship another chance—and that things were going well. Marriage, however, was a topic for the future.

"Hello, Mrs. Moriarty!" Adrian said, holding a peacefully sleeping Adéle in his arms.

"Oh, don't call me 'Mrs.'—well, I am, but it makes me feel ancient. Call me Angela."

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