True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 593

Heinz and Zachary walked to the end of the corridor.

When Heinz saw that there was an open window, he took out a cigarette. He handed it to Zachary and lit one for himself.

The both of them smoked in silence beside the bed.

Heinz did not say anything nor did he try to advise Zachary.

After all, it would not be easy for anyone to deal with such a thing, not to mention him and his father.

"Isn't it a little cruel?" Zachary puffed out a mouthful of smoke and asked.

Heinz paused. He took a drag and said, "You have too much on your mind. There are some things that you just can't bear, so why do you have to worry about it?"

"Are you saying that I don't have to worry about Maxim?"

"I didn't say that." Heinz smiled.

Zachary also smiled helplessly. "That's right, I was the one who asked for all of this."

"Just go with the flow," Heinz replied. "Why don't we find a nurse for him now and go back?"

"Okay." Zachary did not want to stay here anymore. He believed that he had finished what he should have.

He finished smoking and was about to leave. Donald came out and greeted them, "Mr. Jones, my father wants to see you."

Heinz was stunned. Realization flashed across his eyes. "Just me?"

"Yes." Donald nodded. "Master Lowe wants to talk to you."

Heinz did not answer immediately, but instead looked at Zachary.

Zachary immediately frowned and said in a low voice, "He wants to persuade you."

Heinz shrugged and said, "He's trying to persuade me in an effort to persuade you as well. To be honest, he should persuade Grace instead, considering that I'm not even involved in this." Zachary frowned. He was somewhat disgusted by Maxim's behavior.

What Maxim had done over the years had failed to touch his heart.

"Should I not go?" Heinz asked Zachary with a sinister smile.

Zachary was shocked. He looked at him and his expression grew grim as he said, "It's up to you."

Heinz rolled his eyes. "If I don't go and something happens to Master Lowe, wouldn't that be a lifelong regret? I don't want to be blamed."

Donald immediately replied, "Yes, you're right, Mr. Jones. You should meet him; it won't be for too long.

I don't think he has much time left either."

Heinz glanced at Donald and said, "You'd better pray that your father lives on. Otherwise, who would want to bother with all of you?"

Donald was stunned for a moment and immediately understood the meaning behind Heinz's words. He instantly answered, "Yes, you're right, Mr. Jones."

The only reason that Zachary was still dealing with him was because Maxim was still alive. Once he passes away, they would all go their separate ways. They would no longer be a family.

Heinz glanced at him and went straight into the ward.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Maxim sitting up from the bed.

Heinz immediately said, "You'd better lie down. You're so old; if you're not going to die then don't move around."

Heinz had said that on purpose.

He didn't want to be too polite, because this cruel old man was too annoying.

Maxim was not angry with Heinz's words. He only looked at him with a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, as if he was forcing himself to stay awake. After a long time, Maxim answered, "I can't die yet."

Heinz grabbed a stool next to him and sat down. He looked at Maxim and said, "You've finally become smarter for once."

Maxim also looked at him. "Are you the husband of that girl?"

"We haven't gotten married," Heinz replied honestly. "We planned to only get the marriage certificate after Grandma has been buried."

"Did she give birth to the children before getting married?" Maxim was conservative, so he naturally rejected the idea of premarital pregnancy. Heinz nodded. "Yes, that's the truth."

Maxim frowned. "Your children are already so grown and you only want to get married now. Aren't you too childish?"

"Oh, don't lecture me," Heinz snorted. "You're the same. Your children are already grown but you still threw your wife out of the house upon their request. We're two sides of the same coin." Maxim's expression changed. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Heinz asked. "Just tell me directly. Don't waste my time."

"It won't be long," Maxim replied.

"That's what you think. To you, your life will come to an end soon. My life has just begun. I have to go back quickly and accompany my woman. I don't want to waste a single second," Heinz said meaningfully. He saw Maxim's expression stiffen.

Heinz looked at him calmly and said, "Aren't you going to tell me?"

"I don't want to admit it." Maxim looked at Heinz. He met his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I have never regretted a single thing, but when it comes to this, I am truly regretful. I really should not have driven Marilyn away."

"What is the use of telling me all of this now?" Heinz looked at him blandly. "You should tell that to your grandson. Zachary is a reasonable man. Perhaps he and his father wanted to hear your apology all their lives. Grandma had no chance to hear it, and your youngest son had no chance to hear it either, yet you're telling this to me. Do you want me to ask Zachary to come inside?"

"There is no need." Maxim immediately shook his head. "You don't have to call for him."

Heinz was stunned. "What do you mean? Can you be clear about it?"

Maxim didn't say anything. After a long while, he finally spoke, "I would rather he hate me."

His words were like a strike to Heinz. He was stunned for a long time before he finally understood something.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Maxim.

He had a few age spots on his face and his skin had also become pale and waxen. It seemed that he would not be able to last for the next few years.

For all these years, he had been passing his days in solitude, which was also a kind of punishment for him.

Heinz snorted, "Do you want him to hate you? He doesn't seem to want to hate you, so aren't you making a big deal out of nothing? I realized that you have a tendency to be self-righteous. Is it because old people like you love looking down on others?"

Maxim didn't blame Heinz and only replied, "Can you help me to fulfill a wish?"

"Why?" Heinz blurted out.

"Just take it as a favor for an old man on the brink of death," Maxim replied. "I only want to be buried with Marilyn."

"That's not up to me." Heinz frowned. "Are you trying to get me in trouble? Grace would never agree to it. If I do that, she would be furious with me."

"I know that as long as you want to do it, you can," Maxim spoke again.

"You have high expectations of me." Heinz immediately refused. "I can do it but the problem is that I don't want to. Why should I help you?"

"In this world, there is no one else I can entrust to." Maxim answered in a soft voice.

Heinz was stunned again. Looking at Maxim in front of him, he didn't know why but he felt a little sorry for him.

He could sense Maxim's loneliness and sorrow. He was filled with endless desolation and bleakness.