My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus)

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Emma and Mary arrived at Fred's clinic, and he was vilbly surprised to see Mary accompanied by the housekeeper rather than Maximus.

"Mary! How are you feeling?" he asked warmly.

"Hi, Fred. I'm okay. Honestly, I don't really know what happened. I just remember heading toward the stairs, and after that... nothing until a few hours ago."

"I'm going to schedule some tests to rule out any long term complications," Fred said, gesturing for her to sit.

As he prepared, he turned to Emma, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"Emma, could you help me find a nurse?"

"Of course, sir," Emma replied as they stepped outside the room.

Once they closed the door behind them, Fred asked, "Emma, where's Maximus?"

"He called yesterday and

"He called yesterday and told me to go to the house. He said Mary was asleep and that he had to leave for a trip."

"Hmm," Fred murmured, frowning. "So he ran away

"I'm not sure, sir. I don't have more details."

"Don't worry, Emma. I'll examine Mary thoroughly to ensure there's nothing serious."

After a long examination, Fred gave them the green light to leave the clinic.

"Emma, it's essential that Mary gets plenty of rest and avoids stress," he instructed. "I noticed some irregularities in her head scans that concern me. Mary, have you ever had a serious accident where you hit your head?"

"Not that I can remember," she replied, shaking her head.

"Hmm... well, we'll monitor your progress. I need you to come back in three days for a follow-up. If anything feels off in the meantime, don't hesitate to call me-I'll come to you. Oh, and don't worry about the bill. I'll send it to Maximus."

Mary gave him a small, grateful smile as she and Emma left the clinic. They took a taxi back to the mansion, where life settled into a quiet routine. Maximus didn't return, not even for a brief visit.

Fred continued his regular checkups over the following weeks, still puzzled by the lingering irregularities in Mary's brain scans. Meanwhile, Maximus's absence stretched into a month. Emma found the prolonged disappearance unusual. When Maximus was single, he never stayed away for so long. She suspected he was with Alexia but kept her thoughts to herself.

The summer sun bathed the mansion's gardens in a warm, golden glow. The roses were in full bloom, thanks to Mary's tireless efforts. The garden, once declared a gift from Maximus, had become her sanctuary—a place of peace and healing. Though her early days as his wife had been fraught with pain and despair, his absence brought her unexpected freedom. Her panic attacks grew less frequent, and she began to find joy in the simple act of nurturing the plants.

Emma took diligent care of Mary, ensuring her needs were met. Matthew, under Maximus's orders, made occasional visits to the mansion. Over time, he realized that Mary wasn't the manipulative figure Maximus and Alexia had painted her to be. It was clear that some grave misunderstanding had tainted their perceptions, but Matthew knew better than to involve himself in his boss's personal affairs.

On one of his visits, Mary had asked Matthew for something to play music for her plants. He returned with a small speaker, which she used to play the romantic songs she loved from her time in Hesperia. Despite everything, she remained a hopeless romantic though her heart had no one to give its affection

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One ordinary afternoon, Mary was in the garden wearing rain boots, fitted athletic pants, and a loose sweatshirt. With a watering can in hand, she cheerfully tended to the flowers while singing along to a Hesperian love song. Her voice carried over the music playing from the speaker, its volume just loud enough to create a lively atmosphere.

Emma, meanwhile, was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She and Mary had long since abandoned the dreary practice eating in separate rooms. Instead, they dined together in the kitchen, sharing conversation and laughter. Their evenings had become filled with stories, dreams, and the warmth of genuine companionship.noveldrama

Occasionally, Matthew would join them, reluctantly pulled into their lively dinners. Though he was Maximus's right-hand man, Matthew's demeanor was vastly different from his boss's. Spending time with Emma and Mary allowed him to see a side of the young woman that Maximus had never bothered to notice. Slowly but surely, Matthew began to understand the depth of the misunderstandings that had trapped Mary in such a turbulent marriage.