My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 1139

Even though Lucius and Amanda were already living in Valentia, and even though Anthony had given them a house to live in, the young couple was juggling a lot—married life, their studies, and everything that came with having a baby.

Lucius, albeit reluctantly, had started working with Moriarty. Anyone would've thought he'd join the family business with Maximus Evans, but no—that just wasn't Lucius's style.

At the moment, he preferred working closely with Moriarty, wanting to learn everything he could from him. He had plans for the future, plans to build a career like that man's, to become a judge himself.

"Lucius, I'm a little tired. How about we head home after the second-to-last class?" said Amanda, walking slowly.

"What's wrong? Do you feel sick? Where does it hurt?"

"I'm just tired and I want to go home. Can we leave now or after the next class?" she said, sitting down on a bench.

Yeah, being seven months pregnant was no joke—especially with how small she was and how huge her belly looked, like she was carrying triplets.

Lucius crouched in front of her and took both her hands. He looked at her, still in disbelief that in under a year they were already living all of this. He had taken the whole "being a dad" thing seriously—so without wasting time, he stood up and carried Amanda toward the car.

Amanda felt loved by the gesture, but the moment didn't last long. Just as they were nearly at the car, a familiar voice called out.

"So it's true, then?" said a middle-aged man with an imposing presence.

Lucius turned at the sound of that voice, and Amanda turned pale when she saw who it was.

"Dad…" she said, staring at the man in front of them.

"I take it you're Amanda's father. Aren't you aware of your daughter's condition? For God's sake, you're a doctor—of all people, you should know better than to put her through stress. So if you'll excuse me…" said Lucius, shutting the car door on Amanda's side.

"So you're that Lucius Evans! What a disgrace to be linked to a family like yours. But hey, my daughter made her bed when she decided to throw her life away with people like you!"

"Look, Mr. Hayward, your daughter already told me all about you. But let me tell you something—it's best if you turn around and walk away. In Spain, you might be whatever you think you are, but here in Valentia, the Evans—or Palmer, take your pick—family holds a lot of power. And just so we're clear, my wife is no longer a Hayward, if that's what you're worried about."

"She carries my last name now, and she doesn't need you. In fact, even before marrying me, she didn't need you."

"You insolent brat! But trust me—she'll bring you nothing but misery…"