The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 280

Her phone buzzing stopped Elena from spiraling with these thoughts.

"It's for the best. Parents tend to hate me," Max replied.

"I doubt that's true," she protested.

"It is," Max insisted. "I emasculate fathers, and I am a terrible judge of mothers. Though either way, the mothers don't end up liking me anymore than the fathers do."

Elena laughed. Max could really be funny when he tried.

With the Ferraro's winter hunting party coming up, Elena and Massimo were busy. They had finally heard back from all the families and settled on who was bringing what. But that still left a lot of work that they would need to ensure was up to their exacting standards.

After all, it won't send a message of unity if the family in charge of the silverware brought cheap forks and knives while the family responsible for the tablecloths worked with only imported fabrics.

Elena had meant to talk to Massimo. She knew her mother Sloane had a point—Elena deserved to live the life she wanted, not a life that made somebody else's life easier.

But she was also easily distracted by all the chaos of getting the party ready—and with the deadline looming closer and closer, there was a lot to be distracted by.

"What do you mean the Zegnas haven't sent an update?" Elena asked Massimo.

"I mean exactly that," Massimo huffed. "The old man is being ornery as shit—and so is senile friends in the Midwest. I'll never understand these old people and their insistence with doing everything the exact way they did when they were kids."

Elena frowned at Massimo's harsh tone. He was clearly at the edge of his patience.

"What if you ask your grandfather for help?" Elena suggested. "He might have a unique perspective on this matter."

Massimo rested his head against his hands. He sighed deeply before standing up from his desk.

"I just finished up my work for the day. Would you like a hand?" she offered.

"Elena, you are truly an angel," he said with a smile.

It was nice talking with Mr. Fabio as they organized his possessions. She caught him up with how things were going much better with her husband—sparing the details on how much they had been flirting, of course.

"I've learned my lesson from meddling in young love," Mr. Fabio said, shaking his head. "I'm surprised you're making it work, but good on you."

"Max really is a sweetheart," Elena said. "It's been great—"

Mr Fabio suddenly paused, turning to look directly at Elena. "Who's Max?" he asked. "That's not my grandson's name."