The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177

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“We’re actually renovating that hospital–think of it as our honeymoon gift to the community,” Massimo continued. “My wife has ensured it will be perfect in every way. And you can take her judgement to be as flawless as mine.”

Elena smiled as the conversation drifted towards talk of the hospital. She knew the mafia families would be very pleased about such renovations–and now, with the growing chatter, Elena had proof she was right.

But all the conversations weighed heavily on Elena. This banquet really wasn’t anything at all like her trips as the Ferraro’s doctor.

For one thing, everyone suddenly wanted to know her opinion on everything. While she was given some respect as the Ferraro’s doctor, it was nothing like the all–encompassing awe that followed her as the Mafia Queen. It was equally flattering, tiring, and frustrating.

So Elena went into the women’s bathroom to collect herself.

“Oh dear, are you alright?” an older woman asked.

The mafia woman had to be around sixty or so, but Elena didn’t recognize her. Still, she had such concern in her eyes and a kind smile.

“I’m fine, really,” Elena said. She looked in the bathroom’s large mirror and started fixing her hair and jewelry -making it seem like that was the real reason she had come in. “Just needed to fix a few things.”

“Not everything can be fixed though. Take men for example. They won’t listen to a woman unless she’s old or she’s married to someone important–I would know,” the woman said with a wink.

Elena laughed bitterly. “You can say that again. They’re finally listening to me now, which is a unique feeling.” “That’s a good word for it,” the woman encouraged. “Neither bad nor good but both, right?”

“Right,” Elena agreed. “Because it’s nice that it’s happening now rather than never, but where was this behavior when I was just an advisor?”

“Oh child, you might as well be telling my own story back to me,” the woman replied. “It’s a shame things haven’t changed more.”

Elena frowned. “It is, isn’t it?” she said, more to herself than the woman beside her.

“I’m afraid I must get back to my own ‘unique‘ husband,” the woman said suddenly. “But if you want to talk again, why not attend my tea party next Saturday at noon? We could use another lovely woman like yourself.” The woman opened her purse and handed Elena a faded business card. Elena could only make out the address. “I’m not sure if I’ll be free then, but thank you for the invite,” Elena said politely. With all the preparation for the banquet, Massimo hadn’t given Elena her work assignments for the upcoming week yet.

But at least the little old lady didn’t seem upset. After she was gone, Elena took a deep breath, fixed her outfit up for real, and headed back into the party.

Massimo scanned the crowd looking for Elena. He knew she had just gone to the bathroom, but considering how

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these parties of a hub of nursing deadly, the don did’t want to be caught unawe

Too bad he hurt to play host to the Grasso and as familles

Massimo inwardly chided himself. He was honestly lucky the fulles d‘ en um officely after his very public trial–Aby’s family had been strong–armed into helping the police and Grasso had ber alled with the Abamos for generations Considering how connected the Grasso family was with other New York familles, Massimo knew it was very important he maintain good relationships with both of them

“It’s lovely visiting the estate again,” Don Abano said pleantly, “Lod that you’ve brought along your wife as

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