My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 524

Chapter 524: What’s Left on Raka’s Doorstep

The news Tommy broke to Liza was something she had never expected.

For her, knowing that her husband had brought Ashley and Lucian home safely was already enough. She wasn’t asking for much.

Yet there she was, weeping as though someone had died.

She couldn’t even get a word out.

All she could do when Tommy told her, "Marshal didn’t have our child killed," was stare at him with wide eyes. Her breathing turned ragged, and somewhere in the back of her mind, her trembling gaze shifted to where Ashley sat.

The moment she saw Ashley smiling so gently, her heart pounded so violently that she thought she might faint.

But she didn’t.

She continued staring at Ashley while listening intently to her husband’s words.

"Marshal took her under his wing as an act of revenge and raised her while barely treating her as his own."

Tommy’s eyes softened as he smiled at his wife, whose attention remained fixed on Ashley.

"No," Liza whispered, her voice cracking on that single word.

She shook her head as she rose to her feet and dragged herself toward Ashley’s chair.

"Please don’t joke about something like that, Tom."

And yet, she was already cupping Ashley’s cheeks, tears streaming down her own. Her lips quivered as she looked Ashley squarely in the eyes.

Seeing her reaction, Ashley bit her lower lip as a lump formed in her throat. She didn’t cry often, but in front of Liza, a sob threatened to tear its way out of her.

Nolan, who was also in the room, covered his mouth with one hand. Shock was evident in his wide eyes as they darted between everyone gathered around the table.

Tommy drew a deep breath and glanced at Lucian. The two men nodded at each other before Lucian reached out and ruffled Primo’s hair.

Primo smiled, his attention fixed on Ashley and Liza.

The boy wasn’t surprised at all.

If anything, Primo was more confused about how the adults hadn’t figured it out until now. As far as he was concerned, he already knew.

His parents wouldn’t allow strangers to look after him, would they? Lucian and Ashley only left him with Nolan or people they trusted deeply.

Tommy cleared his throat as he rose to his feet and approached his wife and daughter.

"I would never joke about something like this," he said as Liza turned to him. "Never."

At those words, Liza’s vision blurred even further as she looked back at Ashley.

"Auntie, please don’t cry," Ashley muttered, her voice strained as she fought back her own tears. "If you do—"

The rest of her words lodged in her throat when Liza pulled her into a tight embrace.

"My baby," Liza choked out, clutching Ashley’s back desperately before pulling away again.

She cupped Ashley’s cheeks once more, studying every inch of the young woman’s face.

"Oh... please tell me I’m not dreaming. Please, please, please."

She rubbed Ashley’s shoulders, her movements almost panicked as her hands trembled uncontrollably.

The mere thought that the daughter she believed she had lost was still alive filled her with a mixture of equally overwhelming emotions. However, the realization that Marshal had taken their daughter and raised her as his own revealed a far more horrifying side to the story.

Tommy, Lucian, and Ashley had agreed on their way there to spare Liza the details.

But that didn’t mean Liza couldn’t imagine them.

She might not have been directly involved in Tommy’s affairs, but she knew Marshal well enough. That man would never raise another child—let alone Tommy’s—with care and affection.

"Ah..." Liza’s trembling hands moved away from Ashley and remained suspended in the air.

She could only stare at her daughter.

Her mind had gone blank, leaving her unsure of what to do next.

Then Ashley leaned forward and embraced her.

Smiling, Ashley tightened her arms around Liza, keeping the woman from completely falling apart. Her eyes squinted with emotion as she patted Liza’s back in a gentle, steady rhythm.

"Mama," she called, the word slipping from her lips so naturally that it surprised even her. "Don’t cry."

Liza’s breath hitched as her face slowly crumpled.

Madam... I’m truly happy for you.

Meanwhile...

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