The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 345: Finally, I’m Home

"Of course," he said simply. "Where else would my wife recover? A normal hospital? Unacceptable."

Evelyn could only nod faintly in response, hearing what he said.

"Stella told me you even included a maternity suite."

Axel paused for only a heartbeat before smiling again. "Yes. For the future." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Evelyn’s expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering behind her eyes, but she hid it quickly.

"You plan too far ahead, Mr. Knight."

"I plan everything," he replied. "Including how I will carry you from bed to wheelchair tomorrow."

"I will walk," she protests.

"You will walk," he agreed, "while holding onto me like a koala."

"Axel."

"Yes, my love?"

She sighed, but her lips curved upward. "Go sleep on your tiny sofa, then."

"I will listen to my wife," Axel said solemnly.

He leaned down and kissed her lips gently, lingering just long enough to make her eyes flutter closed again.

"Good night, my love..."

He turned off the light, leaving only the soft glow of the city through the window.

Axel settled onto the sofa. His legs did, in fact, hang over the edge. He ignored it.

Because beside him, Evelyn breathed steadily again, drifting back into sleep.

And as he watched her, guarding her like a silent shadow, Axel Knight allowed himself one final thought before closing his eyes.

...

The next day begins with soft sunlight filtering through the tall pines of The Valley.

The transfer from Hope Medical Center went smoother than Evelyn had expected.

By late morning, she was already settled into the guest house that had somehow transformed overnight into a private medical facility.

Calling it a "guest house" now felt like an understatement.

It looked like a luxury villa from the outside. Still, inside, medical monitors, neatly arranged equipment, and a small nurse’s station quietly announced that this was a recovery ward built for a single patient.

An ambulance sat in the driveway. Two doctors and three nurses were on rotating standby.

Even the hallway lights were adjusted to a warmer, gentler tone so the space would not feel like a hospital.

Only Axel Knight could turn a home into a private clinic within forty-eight hours.

But what made Evelyn truly happy was not the equipment or the comfort.

It was the view.

Through the clean, expansive glass windows, she could see hills, tall pine trees swaying in the breeze, and sunlight streaming through.

No curious strangers.

No hospital visitors.

Just family, nature, and peace.

And Oliver is running barefoot in the living room like a tiny tornado.

Because they were home, relatives who had learned of her accident rushed to visit.

Despite everything, Axel welcomed them. He greeted every elder politely, offered tea, arranged seating, and somehow managed to look calm while still checking on Evelyn every five minutes like an anxious guard dog.

An hour before lunchtime, Evelyn sat in her wheelchair near the open living space in their main house.

She watched Alicia and her mother-in-law, Amanda Knight, bustling in the kitchen area, preparing lunch.

Laura and Jimmy assisted them like a well-trained service team.

From the living area, the elders laughed loudly while Oliver performed dramatic storytelling about his "three nights in the hospital."

"And then!" Oliver exclaimed, "Daddy said, ’Don’t worry, buddy, Mommy will wake up!’ And I said, ’Daddy, are you okay? Why are your eyes red?’"

The elders burst into laughter.

"So, your daddy is crying?"

"Yes. Yes. My Daddy cries... a lot..."

Evelyn stifled a laugh at that. She shook her head fondly. Her son had officially turned trauma into a comedy.

"Eve."

Axel’s voice pulled her attention away. He stood beside her, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair slightly messy, looking far too handsome for someone who had slept on a hospital sofa for days.

"Let’s go to the park," he said gently. "You’ve been sitting here too long."

Alicia, still arranging dishes, chimed in without looking up. "Yes, Eve, go outside. The sun is warm today. Fresh air will help you heal faster."

Evelyn hesitated, glancing toward the kitchen. "But you’re all busy. I feel bad just sitting while everyone works."

Amanda turned, wiping her hands on a towel, and gave Evelyn a look that brooked no argument. "My dear, you are the injured one. If anyone should be sitting like a queen, it is you."

Laura nodded vigorously. "Madam, please. If you stand up and help, Master Axel will fire all of us for failing our duties."

Axel raised a brow. "She’s right."

Evelyn laughed. "Is that a threat?"

"It is a loving warning," he replied smoothly.

Jimmy appeared with a tray of tea. "Madam, if you insist on helping, may I suggest helping by breathing calmly and healing quickly?"

"That sounds like an essential job," Alicia said solemnly. "We trust you with it."

Evelyn chuckled, finally surrendering. "Alright, alright. I’ll go."

She reached for Axel’s hand. He immediately took it, warm and steady, before moving behind her wheelchair.

"Destination?" he asked.

"The park," she replied with seriousness.

"Excellent," he said, draping a warm blanket on her lap before pushing her toward the backyard door. "Private tour, complimentary service, extremely handsome chauffeur." He says playfully.

Evelyn tilted her head back to look at him. "Very humble too."

"I try," he said without shame.

As they reached the door, Oliver suddenly sprinted over, donuts still in hand. "Mommy! Can I come too?"

Axel caught him easily with one arm. "After lunch, buddy."

Oliver pouted.

"But the park misses me. I also wanted to see Cloud and Browny." He protests.

Amanda called from the kitchen, "Your Cloud and Browny will survive. Finish your donuts first and wash your hands."

Oliver shrugs, making everyone laugh again.

Outside, the fresh mountain air greeted Evelyn.

Axel pushed her onto the stone path leading to a small garden overlooking the lake and mountain in the distance.

Sunlight warmed her skin, the breeze carried the scent of pine, and she felt at peace inside.

Evelyn leaned her head back against the wheelchair and whispered, "This is beautiful."

Axel leaned down beside her, his lips brushing her forehead. "So are you."

She smiled, closing her eyes. ’Finally, I’m home..."