The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212

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Elena quickly stepped into the passenger’s seat and closed the door. In her hurry to leave, she fumbled with her seat belt it took her three tries to get buckled. Embarrassed by both her antics and Massimo’s continued understanding, Elena stared straight at her feet while Massimo sped off.

Massimo waited all of three minutes before clearing his throat.

“So,” he said slowly.

“So,” Elena echoed.

It took another moment of silence before Massimo continued. “How exactly was… I mean, did you have…” Massimo cleared his throat another time.

“Are you okay?” Massimo asked.

Elena didn’t know why those three words caused her to fall apart. She thought she had gotten this all out of her system when she was in her half–brother’s hospital room. But this time, she felt tears overflow from her eyes, hot and ugly.

“Of course not,” Elena replied, half crying and half laughing. “I may not have the best relationship with my half -brother, but fuck, we were trying! We were finally trying!”

Massimo glanced rapidly between Elena and the road. His gaze only made the situation more bitingly, cruelly funny to Elena.

“And he was actually trying to do better, Massimo,” Elena continued, feeling a tad hysterical. “And even if he never got any better than how he was at the wedding reception, that doesn’t mean he deserves to die! And all because he knew not to let Tyler be in the same space as me, so it’s all—”

Massimo pulled over into the breakdown lane and put the car in park. The second he was done, his full attention was on Elena.

He turned to the woman he loved and placed a hand softly on her shoulder.

“Don’t you dare say it’s your fault,” Massimo said. “All of this is Tyler’s fault, not anyone else’s–not your half- brother, not you, nobody but Tyler’s, okay?”

Elena sobbed. She wasn’t trying to argue with him, which was good, but Massimo wasn’t sure if he was really helping. It had been a long time since he had ever comforted someone crying or even been comforted—he was forced to improvise.

“And plenty of people recover from comas,” Massimo continued. “And if he’s permanently injured because of this, we’ll do what he can to help–I’ll foot the bill on everything. If he needs a wheelchair, hearing aids, speaking aids, whatever, it’s his–you’re gonna get the chance to keep trying to be good siblings to each other.”

It took a while for Elena’s sobs to stop, but through it all, Massimo kept a hand on her shoulder–he let her know he wasn’t leaving her to deal with this alone.

Once they were back at the estate, Massimo sent Elena up to her bedroom. He insisted she rest–he would send up something for her to eat in a bit.

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But as Elena laid down on her bed, she could only thinks about how chaotic everything had water especially when it came to her relationship with Massimo.

Massimo was her boss and maybe even her closest friend at this point, but she couldn’t help feeling that res had gotten crossed. She originally wanted to blame it on the fact she was pretending to be his wife, but stw had no easy excuse for how Massimo had just comforted her.

Massimo had only touched her shoulder. He hadn’t even hugged her. It was clear that he was only conforting her as a friend.

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