The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 86

86 Who is His Father?

86 Who is His Father?

‘God, why is being this tiny Axel Knight’s bodyguard more exhausting than guarding Axel himself? 1

Liam flashed a nervous smile.

“Haha, Oliver, you misunderstood. Did you forget? I was smiling when I spoke, right? If I smile, that means I’m not scolding. I always talk

nicely to you. Don’t I?”

Oliver didn’t answer. He just blinked, expression unreadable.

Liam’s heart races in his chest.

Then, salvation arrived. “Eh, look, look! Your mommy is coming out now!”

Relief poured out of him in a long sigh.

Oliver turned his head toward the door, instantly distracted.

At that moment, Liam realized something with bone–deep certainty. He wasn’t protecting Oliver. The little man was already a force of

nature, a tiny version of Axel himself.

And if Evelyn ever discovered what her son had just suggested earlier, he would not only be in trouble, he would probably end up

kneeling at her feet, begging for mercy.

Oliver’s voice rang out, cheerful again.

“Uncle Liam, yes… Yes…that’s my mommy!”

“Yes, I see her,” Liam said with a smile of relief. But then his eyes narrowed, surprise flashing across his face. “Wait… who’s the woman

beside her?”

He leaned forward, squinting. The woman was unfamiliar. He had never seen her before.

Oliver tilted his head, confusion written across his small face. “You’re right, Uncle. And why is she wearing mommy’s coat?”

“Now that’s what I don’t have an answer for,” Liam replied, still gazing at the girl next to Evelyn.

“Oliver, wait here. I’ll see if I can help your mother,” he added, pushing the door open and stepping out of the car.

Liam hurried to approach Evelyn, but she shook her head firmly, silently telling him not to interfere.

He hesitated, then took the safer option: he rushed ahead and opened both car doors, one for the front seat and one for the back.

Stella, walking beside Evelyn, gripped her hand so tightly her knuckles were pale. Her voice trembled as she whispered, “Sis… who is

this?”

“I’ll explain later. Get in the front,” Evelyn instructed her gently, guiding her toward the passenger seat beside the driver’s seat.

She waited until Stella slid inside before closing the door.

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Turning back, Evelyn met Liam’s gaze.

“Liam, does Axel own any hospital or health facility in this city?”

The question surprised him. But he recovered quickly, nodding. “Yes. Hope Medical Center. It’s about twenty minutes from here. Do you

want to go there?”

“Yes.” Evelyn’s voice dropped lower. “The woman inside is my sister. Someone just assaulted her. I need her to undergo a forensic medical

exam to preserve the evidence. However, it must be handled discreetly and privately. No records. No name. No identity attached.”

Liam is even more shocked at the weight of her words, but he doesn’t waste a second. He pulled out his phone immediately.

Evelyn studied him sharply. “Can you do it?”

“Yes, I can.” He gave her a quick, reassuring nod. “Ma’am, please wait in the car while I make the call.”

He stepped aside, already scrolling through his contacts. But before Evelyn turned away, his voice stopped her again.

“Ah… ma’am. Excuse me. Can I tell Boss Axel about this?”

Evelyn froze. Her heartbeat stumbled.

She wanted to say no, to keep this away from Axel at all costs, but she also knew how ignorant and ridiculous that would be. If Liam

knew, Axel would know sooner or later.

After a few seconds, finally, she nodded once, but her expression was grim.

“Yes, you can do it. With or without your report, he’ll find out anyway.”

Relief flickered in Liam’s eyes. He gave a slight nod and lifted the phone closer to his ear.

Evelyn exhaled slowly and returned to the car.

Oliver was still in the back seat, swinging his short legs and waiting patiently, though his little brows furrowed when he saw the tension

in his mother’s face.

He didn’t ask questions. For once, the chatterbox stayed quiet. He didn’t even dare make a sound when a woman was sitting in the front

row.

Sliding into the seat beside him, Evelyn reached out to take his tiny hand in hers.

Stella sat in the front, stiff and silent, staring straight ahead as though the world outside no longer existed; she didn’t even realize a little boy was sitting behind.

Evelyn gave her sister a gentle squeeze on the shoulder before speaking softly. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you now…”

“Thank you, sis, for…” Stella’s voice trailed off when her eyes landed on Oliver. Her eyes widened, and she froze, as if struck by lightning.

Memories she had buried deep came rushing back. Four years ago, their father had kicked Evelyn out of the house just because she was pregnant without his blessing or permission.

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And Evelyn stubborn as ever, had refused to reveal the father’s identity.

Her heart raced. This Birtle handsome boy he must be her son? My nephew?

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