The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 370: He is Dying!

While at The Valley.

When Evelyn returned to the living room, Oscar was already waiting—though not very patiently. The moment he saw her, his eyes narrowed in concern.

"Are you okay, Eve? Why do you look so worried?" he asked, his voice softer than his usual teasing tone.

Evelyn sat down opposite him, smoothing her hair back as a small smile formed on her lips.

"Yeah, I’m okay. I just... told Axel about Blake Martinez."

Oscar’s expression darkened instantly. Not because he was angry with Evelyn for telling Axel, but because he was angry with Martinez’s family for their evilness.

"That bastard Martinez is really courting death."

Evelyn huffed. "His whole family is rotten. I heard they’re involved in smuggling and illegal businesses. They just hide everything under a shiny, respectable disguise."

"Well, my friend, I’m the one who told you that." Oscar chuckled.

Evelyn blinked, then laughed. "Ah, sorry, bro. I forgot. Your database brain is clearly superior."

Oscar placed a hand over his heart. "Finally. Recognition." He teased.

She shook her head, still smiling, but Oscar’s eyes suddenly gleamed with mischief.

"You know," he said slowly, leaning closer, "I actually wanted to send someone to teach Blake Martinez a lesson. For raising a daughter as evil as Natalie."

Evelyn’s smile vanished in an instant. "Oscar. No."

He was taken aback, then leaned back with a sigh. "I knew you’d say that."

"This isn’t your home country," she warned, lowering her voice. "You can’t just... send people to beat up your enemies. That’s not how things work here. You’ll get yourself arrested."

Oscar raised both hands defensively. "Relax. I didn’t do it."

"Good."

"I only curse the Martinez family in my head every time I see their name in the news," he said casually. "Very satisfying. Highly recommended."

Evelyn burst into laughter, covering her mouth. "That’s a good coping mechanism, brother."

Oscar smirked. "Mental violence only. Completely legal."

Their laughter eased the heaviness that had lingered in Evelyn’s chest since the call with Axel.

For a few minutes, they continued to talk about lighter things—Oscar’s new house renovations, their underground business plans for the next year, and how Oliver might soon be able to hack.

Just as Oscar began describing a contractor who "worked slower than a loading screen from 1998," Laura appeared in the doorway, holding Oliver’s small hand.

"Madam, lunch is ready," Laura announced.

"Mommy, can we eat lunch now? I’m hungry..." Oliver added.

"Little Bud, where did you eat four donuts a few minutes ago?"

"Uncle, three... Not four."

"Ah, sorry..." Oscar smiled before standing from his seat and following Evelyn, who had already walked ahead.

Evelyn ruffled her son’s hair gently. "Alright, sweetheart, let’s eat... Mommy is also starting to feel hungry." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

...

After lunch, Oscar didn’t stay long. He stood, stretched, and grabbed his coat, letting out a heavy sigh like a man burdened by genius.

"I must return to my kingdom," he announced. "My house renovation waits for no one. And if I don’t supervise, the contractor might install my door on the ceiling again."

Oliver giggled. "That would be funny, Uncle Oscar."

"Not for my head," Oscar said solemnly, then ruffled the boy’s hair. He turned to Evelyn and gave her a quick hug. "Rest, Valley queen. And remember...mental curses only. No real violence."

Evelyn rolled her eyes fondly. "Drive safely, drama king."

Once Oscar left, the house fell into its usual peaceful rhythm.

Oliver disappeared into his playroom, Laura handled the kitchen, and Evelyn retreated to her bedroom.

She settled against the cushions, remote in hand, ready to indulge in her favorite drama: poor woman meets a rich man, tragic secrets, questionable fashion choices.

Perfect relaxation.

However,

She was just about to press play when something tugged at her mind.

Her grandpa is fighting death in the hospital.

Evelyn froze, the remote lowering slowly. "Axel won’t allow me to leave the house," she muttered to herself, though the thought held no real bitterness. Just a fact.

She reached for her phone anyway. Calling him would be easier. Faster.

But as her finger hovered over his name, Blake Martinez’s face flashed through her thoughts like a warning sign.

Interrupting Axel’s work again... especially now... might not be wise. She already dropped a bomb on him earlier, before lunch.

She exhaled softly. "I’d better just send him a text."

Her fingers moved quickly.

"Axel, my grandpa, is in the hospital. I need to visit him before it’s too late. You don’t have to accompany me; I will go there with Ryan and Lisa."

She sent the message, then waited, expecting the familiar buzz of a reply.

Instead, her phone rang.

Axel’s name lit up the screen.

Evelyn blinked. Of course. Texting Axel was apparently the same as poking a sleeping lion.

She answered quickly. "Axel, I’m sorry to disturb your work."

"Don’t think that way, my wife," Axel’s calm voice flowed through the speaker, warm and steady. "You are my number one priority. Of course, I will stop whatever I am doing if you call or text me."

Her chest eased slightly at his words.

Before she could continue, Axel spoke again, his tone sharpening with concern. "Your grandpa. You mean Samuel Walters?"

"Yes," Evelyn said softly. "Alice said the doctors have already asked the family to prepare... to say goodbye. Because... they can’t do anything more for him. I must visit him today."

Her fingers curled into the blanket. She forced herself to keep breathing evenly, though her heartbeat felt loud in her ears.

"He asked me to come," she continued. "And I already told them I will come to visit."

Silence lingered for a moment.

Axel did not raise his voice. He didn’t stop her right away.

But Evelyn could feel the weight of his worry through the phone, the way his breathing slowed, controlled, measured. She knows he must be worried about her condition.

"I understand," Axel finally said. "I will arrange everything. You will not go alone, I will go with you. Please wait for me at home."

Evelyn closed her eyes, relief washing over her. "Thank you, Axel. I will wait..."

She feels relieved after ending the call with Axel.

’Grandpa, please, please wait for me...’ She prays silently.