My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 910

Leonardo Palmer had spent days planning his revenge.

Yes, he was a man without morals.

Yes, he had done unspeakable things.

But he had never harmed his own son.

He had sent Peter away to protect him from Judge Levett. And now? Frank Levett’s son had been the one to orchestrate his murder.

Whether Peter was alive or not no longer mattered to him.

In fact, he didn’t even want to see him.

What could he possibly say?

How could he explain that he had allied himself with the very people who tried to eliminate him?

How could he look him in the eye after helping destroy him?

No.

Leonardo didn’t want to face Peter.

He wanted vengeance.

Frank needed to suffer.

Peter had lost his memories twice, while Frank was admired inside the prison walls.

Leonardo had nothing left to lose. His life was already near its end. Whatever he did now—no one would care.

But before carrying out his plan, he did something strange.

He wrote a letter and sealed it. The only person authorized to open it was Maximus Evans.

Leonardo left it up to him to decide whether or not to share its contents with Peter Palmer.

The letter was to be delivered immediately upon his death.

[The Prison Confrontation]

"Well, well, well… Look at who we have here," Frank Levett smirked as Leonardo Palmer stepped into his cell.

"I need to talk to you," Leonardo said, staring him down.

"As far as I know, you and I don’t have much to talk about. What? Did you forget your place in here?"

"I know my place," Leonardo sneered. "No need to remind me. You’ve made my life a living hell since I got here."

"It’s the least you deserve for raping my daughter," Frank spat, eyes full of rage.

"I never did anything she didn’t want," Leonardo said with an infuriating smirk.

"Did you know she looked for me in France? She wanted me. We had some very good times together," he added, voice dripping with twisted satisfaction.

Frank’s blood boiled.

"You son of a bitch!"

Leonardo laughed.

"Are you sure you want to hear this? Do you know how good she was? How many times I made her scream my name? How many times she came on my face? My God, just thinking about it makes me—"