The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 17

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Straightening his shoulders, Axel moved down the hall toward the surgery room.

Dylan was still there, hands clasped neatly behind his back like a loyal soldier. However, the sharp lift of his brows betrayed his gnawing

curiosity.

“Boss…” Dylan greeted, his voice thick with questions. He’d been holding it back ever since they left the café, but now it slipped out. “The

young boy is…?”

Axel didn’t hesitate. “My son,” he said flatly, his eyes locked on the red light above the operating room, unblinking.

Dylan gasped, the words hitting him harder than expected; even though he’d already guessed it.

He still remembered Evelyn slipping out of the presidential suite that morning.

Since then, the thought had haunted him: Evelyn might be pregnant. She hadn’t taken the pill that morning, unlike every other woman

his boss slept with.

“Yo–your… son?” Dylan echoed carefully, not quite asking, more like admitting what he already knew deep down.

“Yes.” Axel’s jaw tightened, the word like iron shackles locking into place. “Dylan, I don’t like your tone. You need to know, I will not

tolerate any man or woman questioning it.”

Dylan nodded quickly, head bowed in immediate apology and respect.

He knew better than to press further, even as his mind raced; Axel Knight, untouchable, feared in business and worshipped in reputation, was suddenly admitted to an heir. Such a truth could shake the country.

“No worries, boss. I know what to do…” Dylan murmured, then retreated to the corner, silent, giving his boss the space he clearly

needed.

Axel’s eyes never moved from the glowing red light above the surgery room, burning into him like a test of endurance.

He wasn’t a man built for waiting, but today, that was all he could do; stand there, silent, immovable, a predator forced into stillness

before the strike.

Inside, though, a storm raged. His mind churned with questions that clawed at him.

Would Oliver hate him when he learned the truth?

Would Evelyn fight him with everything she had to keep their son hidden in this quiet, insignificant town?

Probably. She was stubborn enough to try. But Axel had already decided. He wouldn’t let either of them slip away again. Not Evelyn. Not

Oliver. Never again.

Not long after, the light above the surgery room door flicked from red to green, a small signal, but one that made Axel’s chest unclench

in relief.

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He didn’t move, though.

His posture remained straight, commanding, his sharp eyes fixed on the door as though he could pull the doctor out with sheer force of

will.

Then, the door opened, and the doctor stepped out, pulling down his mask.

“Mr. Knight,” he said respectfully, his voice brisk but reassuring, “…the surgery was a success. The boy’s condition has stabilized. He’s unconscious for now, but he will wake up soon. We’ll be moving him to post–operative observation, then later to his ward room.”

Axel gave the slightest nod, as if he had been expecting the doctor’s words all along. But inside, his lungs finally let out a full breath. ‘He’s

safe…

“Thank you…” Axel said.

The doctor excused himself, bowing slightly before returning to his duties.

Axel turned to Dylan, his expression all business once more.

“Double the security. I don’t want anyone unauthorized near that room. Handle the transfer of medical files under my name. No leaks.”

“Yes, sir.” Dylan bowed his head, already pulling out his phone to execute the orders.

Satisfied, Axel finally turned away and walked down the hall, his shoes echoing sharply against the polished floor.

When he opened the door to Evelyn’s VIP ward room, he stopped.

She had just stepped out from the bedroom, changed at last. Gone were the blood–stained clothes that had clung to her trembling form.

earlier.

Now, she wore a knee–length black dress that shaped her figure modestly, paired with simple white sneakers. Her hair was tied back,

loose strands brushing her cheek.

She looked… beautiful. Too beautiful, in a way that irritated him.

Axel’s sharp gaze softened just a fraction, though his face betrayed nothing. He stood there, silently drinking in the sight of her, unwilling

to admit, even to himself, that relief coursed through him not just for Oliver, but for her.

Their eyes met.

Silent, hanging in the air.

The air between them grew thick and tense.

But not long after, finally, Evelyn broke the silence, her voice trembling, “Oliver…did they say anything about him? How is he? Is he…?”

Her eyes searched his face, trying to find any answer she could extract from him. But she saw nothing.

For a moment, Axel wanted to soothe her, to tell her everything in the gentlest way possible. But gentleness was not his way.

“He’s fine,” Axel replied, his tone sounding cool. Yet the way his eyes lingered on her gave him away. He cared, even if he buried it

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Evelyn exhaled shakily, closing her eyes for a moment as tears of happiness threatened to escape.

Relief swallowed her, making her knees weak. She quickly steadied herself, refusing to break down in front of him.

“I want to see him,” she said quietly, staring him in the eyes.

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