The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 364: Super Grandpa

As soon as the Morgan family’s cars rolled through the iron gates of the Valley residence, the entire house fell into silence again.

Axel stood at the front steps with Evelyn beside him.

Oliver, holding to his mother’s hand, peeked from behind her like a curious kitten preparing to meet strangers that somehow felt familiar.

Behind them, Alicia and Stella waited politely, though their expressions already carried unspoken excitement.

The car doors opened.

Finley stepped out first, tall and relaxed, offering a reassuring smile. Behind him came Theodor Morgan, dignified and sharp-eyed.

And last, supported by a cane but radiating undeniable authority, was Nicholas Morgan.

Oliver’s eyes widened. He had seen Finley before. Many times. Finley had visited. Finley had carried him once. Finley had even taught him how to fold paper airplanes.

He immediately let go of his mother’s hand, "Grandpa Finley..." he shouted and sprinted forward.

Finley barely had time to open his arms before Oliver crashed into his legs and wrapped them tightly around him. He laughed, lifting him easily. "Well, hello there, little man. I see you missed me."

Oliver nodded solemnly. "Yes. You are my Grandpa Finley."

Finley grinned. "I am honored."

Nicholas and Theodor watched with surprised amusement. Nicholas leaned slightly on his cane, studying the child with keen interest.

Oliver finally noticed there were more strangers.

He tilted his head, still in Finley’s arms, and pointed at Nicholas. "Are you also a grandpa?"

Nicholas paused. Then he smiled, slow and warm. "It seems so, young man. I’m Nicholas... I’m your Grandpa Finley’s Grandpa..."

Oliver considered this carefully. "Do I call you Super Grandpa Nicholas?"

Nicholas’s eyes softened. "If you wish."

Oliver nodded once, satisfied. "Okay."

Then he turned to Theodor. "Are you a grandpa too?"

Theodor cleared his throat, caught off guard. "I am your Grandpa’s Finley father. So yes, in a way."

Oliver frowned slightly. "So... you are also my super Grandpa?"

Stella gasped and burst into laughter. Alicia covered her smile with her hand. Even Theodor chuckled quietly.

Theodor looked delighted. "Super Grandpa. I rather like that."

Axel shook his head fondly. "He assigns titles quickly."

Oliver leaned closer to Finley’s ear and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Mommy said I have many families. Now I see it."

Evelyn’s heart softened at his words. She stepped forward, and Axel moved beside her.

Introductions finally proceeded properly.

Nicholas greeted Axel with firm respect. Theodor nodded in acknowledgment. Finley remained close to Oliver, who was now studying Nicholas’s cane.

"Super Grandpa, do you stick-fight bad guys?" Oliver asked.

Nicholas laughed heartily. "Only when necessary."

Oliver looked impressed. "Wow... That’s cool."

As they entered the house, the warmth of the Valley residence wrapped around them.

Lunch was prepared, and the long table was set with care.

Conversation flowed politely as food was served.

Oliver sat between Finley and Evelyn. He ate diligently for about five minutes before curiosity overtook him again.

"Super Grandpa Nicholas, do you like music?"

Nicholas nodded. "Very much."

Oliver’s eyes brightened. "I play piano."

"So I heard," Nicholas replied.

"I play very well," Oliver added honestly.

"I believe you," Nicholas said with a smile. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Stella watched the exchange with fascination. She leaned toward Alicia and whispered, "He collects powerful grandfathers like Pokémon."

Alicia chuckled quietly. "At least he’s polite about it."

But as lunch continued, another detail went unnoticed.

Nicholas observed Evelyn carefully. There was a faint bruise on her forehead near the hairline. The subtle stiffness in her movements. The small bandage on her hand. The way she adjusted her knee when she stood.

Theodor noticed too. Finley had already seen it before, but now his expression tightened slightly with concern.

Nicholas finally spoke gently. "Child, you are still injured."

Evelyn paused, then smiled politely. "I am healing well, Great-Grandpa..."

"You should not strain yourself, Eve..." Theodor also added.

Axel placed a steady hand on Evelyn’s back. "She is under constant medical supervision. And under my supervision."

"That sounds far stricter." Finley smiled playfully. He knew for sure that Axel took good care of Evelyn.

"It is." Axel did not deny it.

And finally,

Lunch ended in pleasant warmth, with Oliver telling Nicholas and Theodor about his horse and pony. The elders listened, as if amazed by his irradiating charm.

Eventually, Axel guided Nicholas and Theodor toward his study for private discussion.

As the study door closed, silence lingered in the sitting room.

For exactly three seconds.

Then Stella gently guided Evelyn toward the fireplace.

"My dear sis, let’s sit and chat..."

Alicia followed with quiet urgency.

Oliver said farewell to them as he returned to the second floor to play.

After seeing him climb the staircase, Stella inhaled sharply.

"Sis. How did you find them? Since when did you find them? Why did you only tell us now? Why did you hide it? Do you want my heart to stop functioning? Because it almost did just now. Oh God, you almost killed me. Do you want me dead or something?"

Evelyn blinked. Then she laughed softly.

"My goodness, Stella Walters. Talk slowly and one question at a time, or you’ll run out of breath and faint before you get my answers."

Stella pointed at her, lips sealed tight, gesturing violently for her to start explaining immediately.

Alicia sat gracefully opposite them, folding her hands in her lap. Her eyes were gentle, but there was no mistaking the intensity behind them. "Go on, Eve. We’re listening."

Evelyn exhaled, leaning back slightly.

"You both know I’ve always been curious about my mother’s family, right!?" she began.

Stella nodded instantly. "Yes. Since we were teenagers. You used to stare at old photos like they might start talking."

Alicia nodded as well. "I know. William told me you asked him many times. He never had answers."

Evelyn’s smile turned wry. "He didn’t. Because he truly didn’t know."

She paused, then continued, "After I left the Walter household, I decided to search again. This time, I used a DNA database."

Stella’s eyes widened. "You mean... a DNA bank?"

Evelyn nodded. "At Grayenfall. I submitted my sample and waited. For months. Then one day... I got a call. Someone matched my DNA."

Alicia’s hand flew to her chest. "Oh my goodness..."