The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 308

"But you still want to leave?" Massimo asked. "Even if you don't hate him or the work most of the time?"

Elena nodded without any hesitation.

Massimo suddenly understood what Elena meant when she said her husband's swift denial had stung. It would've been better if she had paused a moment before responding. The fact that she had confidently and immediately given her answer... stung.

"I signed up with Massimo last summer and it was for a year's time," Elena explained, "which means I'll have to sign a new contract this upcoming summer. I figure I'll work out the rest of my contract and just let it expire. Then I can take all the money I've earned and use that to start a normal life."

"So that's the plan," Massimo said numbly.

"I think it's the safest and most beneficial way to do it," Elena said with a smile. "Like I said earlier, the Ferraros are big on contracts—that's like one of their big three personal laws that no one in the mafia is allowed to break without major consequences. So Massimo will definitely let me leave."

Massimo nodded, forgetting that Elena likely couldn't track that action with her lack of sight. He was too lost in his own thoughts.

He wouldn't break his own rules. In the mafia world, a man's word needed to mean something. If the Mafia King wouldn't follow his own laws, no one would.

But still, Massimo didn't want Elena to leave. A moment ago, Elena had declared she wasn't leaving—but it turned out she was just delaying her escape.

Elena's hand reached across the table. She moved it slowly until she found one of Massimo's hands. She grasped it tightly.

"I want to start a life with you, Max," Elena said sincerely, "and I understand I sprung this all on you last time we talked—and I've definitely sprung a lot of information on you tonight all at once—but I hope we can be on the same page here. We've got about half a year to work out where we want to go. So that's enough time to get everything settled at work, right?"

Massimo swallowed thickly. He knew he needed to answer Elena now, but his brain felt so sluggish.

"So this is the end goal?" he asked quietly. His voice sounded like a whisper to his own ears, but Elena seemed to hear him just fine.

But as Massimo stared at his laptop screen, completely ignoring the work he had planned to do, all he could focus on was the fact Elena was leaving. He had half a year until she was gone.

And that fact made Massimo very anxious.

The moment Massimo came to that important realization, there was a knock on his office door.

It was nearly midnight—who was up at this hour?

Massimo opened the door to see Elena. She was already dressed in her pajamas but her expression was troubled yet serious.

"We need to talk," Elena said solemnly.