The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 288

"The one studying to become a doctor?" Elena asked.

Lucilla nodded. "Yes, she's—"

Footsteps pounded on the ground. Lucilla rolled her eyes in fond annoyance.

"You can meet the little shit herself," she muttered.

Lucilla's sister could've been her twin—just shrunken down and not filled out in all the womanly places yet. The younger girl was more gaunt and had prominent freckles along her nose, but the family resemblance was otherwise uncanny.

"Sis!" the younger girl greeted enthusiastically. She turned to Elena with a beaming smile. "And you must be the Mafia Queen, Elena."

Lucilla smacked her sister on the back of her head. "Don't address her by her first name," Lucilla chided. "And introduce yourself properly."

The girl's eyes went wide. She curtsied perfectly and kept her head down as she spoke.

"Apologies, I am Priscella Abano, youngest daughter of Don Jacob Abano," the girl said. "It is an honor to meet you, Miss Mafia Queen."

"Ah, there's really no need for that," Elena said hurriedly. "These sorts of parties are very casual, so let's be respectful to our host Jill and follow her example, okay?"

Priscella puffed out her cheeks and glared at her older sister. "I knew she was nice! I told you she wouldn't care!"

Lucilla rolled her eyes. "Well pipsqueak, I had to make sure you still remembered your manners. You've been overseas at a normie school for months now."

"Wait," Elena said, interrupting their banter. "Do you mean you study away from the mafia, Priscella?"

"Yes," she said, "I should be able to start practicing in a few years like you, Doctor Elena! And at a proper hospital, too!"

Elena couldn't believe her ears. Not only was Priscella studying to be a doctor, but she was doing it away from the mafia!

But then again, mafia women had different expectations. Hadn't Lucilla mentioned she went abroad for manner and art lessons in effort to be more attractive to potential suitors? Maybe Don Abano was just hoping his youngest would quit the useless "hobby" and take back only the teachings that were more relevant to a traditional mafia bride.

But still, the idea of operating on only civilians was amazing. Never would Priscella wonder what crimes her patients committed or how they had managed to get so injured.

But yelling at Luca wouldn't fix that. "Right," Massimo finally said. "Let's get back to work."

Elena was grateful she had a date with Max tonight. After the tea party, she had immediately gotten ready. Now, as the night fell, she checked the door and found a familiar package.

Inside was a familiar black blindfold. But there was also an unmarked bottle of some kind of eyedrops.

Elena's phone rang—Max.

"I wanted to give you a new option," he explained. "The eyedrops will temporarily obscure your vision—you can still make out shapes and colors, just not any details. You don't have to use them though—that's why there's still the blindfold."

Elena examined the bottle closer. It looked safe enough.

"Let's try something new," Elena said.

To her great surprise, she decided to use them—putting a drop in each eye.