The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251

Elena couldn’t believe her eyes. But as Elena came face to face to this stranger, she knew with absolute certainty that this was indeed her biological mother.

The familiar curve of her nose, the the

eyebrows, the dirty blonde short hair that resembled the waist length style she once sported–all of it matched up with what little scraps of information Elena could remember from childish moments and pictures that were discarded too soon. This really was her mother, Sloane Vitale, though she was older now and had been changed by

e passing years. The wrinkles and gray hairs were new, but so was the

s soft blue eyes

genuine smile that reached th

“Elena?” Sloane asked, her voice echo

And then the distance between the desperation and love.

Elena

own awed hesitance. “Oh my god, it really is you!”

was gone. Sloane

gone. Sloane was hugging Elena. It was a bone–crushing pressure, full of

“I was so worried I had gotten my hopes up for nothing,” Sloane babbled. “But look at you! You’re just as charming and beautiful as you were so many years ago.”

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It took a long moment for Sloane to let go of Elena. It took another long moment for Elena to fully recover from the shock.

“You’re really here,” Elena breathed out.

“I’m really here,” Sloane echoed. She flashed a smile that held equal amounts of joy and sorrow.

But despite how much Elena had longed for this moment, she still felt uneasy.

“Why now?” Elena asked. “No, why are you even at the Ferraro estate in the first place? I thought you abandoned the mafia life, so why-?”

Elena’s words trailed off as her mother reached out to her. Elena didn’t flinch, but Sloane still wasn’t confident enough to fully grasp her daughter’s shoulder. Instead her hand hovered above it awkwardly.

“When the Mafia King gets married, everyone hears about it,” Sloane explained solemnly. “And when I heard his wife was Elena Vitale, I… I had to know if it was really my daughter.”

Elena couldn’t read whatever complicated expression was on Sloane’s face. The older woman was smiling, but her eyes were full of tears threatening to spill. Sloane swipes her free hand over her face.

“I had to see you with my own eyes,” Sloane repeated firmly, “but your new husband wouldn’t so much as let me inside.” Her voice went bitter.

Elena frowned at that. Massimo let in criminals and mafia men to his estate daily–though they admittedly usually had appointments.

Elena grabbed Sloane’s hand–the hand that was still hovering over her shoulder–and brought it close.

“Let’s go inside now,” Elena offered warmly. After all, she still had a lot she wanted to talk to her mother about, and Elena would prefer to do that inside where it was warm rather than in the cold winter air.

So Elena led Sloane inside.

Immediately, Elena was greeted by another surprise.

Massimo was already in the entryway, leaning against the staircase. Though his posture suggested a casual mood, the frustration and loud voice he was using shattered that illusion. Massimo was clearly annoyed–and about to

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do something dangerous, if Elena’s gut was right.

The subject of Massimo’s ire was a wealthy businessman. Though the stranger had his back towards Elena, she could make out the expensive fabric of his tailored suit–as well as glimpses of a fancy watch whenever the man waved his left arm about. His voice, too, was loud–like he wasn’t used to being ignored or turned down.

“It’s a good business opportunity,” the stranger said. “This is a one–of–a–kind offer, and-

“So you’ve said,” Massimo cut off, voice strained with frustration. “Multiple times now. So for the last time, I’ll tell you I’m not interested in whatever bullshit scam you’re running-”

Just then, a voice broke through the discussion. But it wasn’t Elena who did so in an attempt to keep the peace. Instead, it was Sloane.

“Boys, look who’s home!” Sloane said. She finally took both hands and placed them on Elena’s shoulder, offering a bit of motherly support and love.

The room went quiet as the two men turned to face Elena and Sloane. Sloane’s smile never faltered.

“Right, we still need to do some introductions,” Sloane continued. “Well, one introduction. Elena, this is my husband, Noah.”

The stranger–Noah, her new stepfather, apparently–smiled warmly at her. He thankfully didn’t try to approach. Elena wasn’t sure she could’ve handled the man’s life story or enthusiasm, let alone another hug or even a handshake.

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