The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268: He Must Be Feeling Sad

Meanwhile, in The Valley...

Evelyn was about to slam her laptop shut and call it a day when her phone buzzed on the table.

She didn’t even look at the screen. In her mind, there was only one person who would text her at this hour.

Axel.

But when she finally glanced at her phone, her expectation was shattered.

Oscar.

And the message? Shockingly short... suspiciously short, in fact.

"Check the internet!"

Evelyn stared at her screen, blinking slowly.

"What else is on the internet?" she muttered, rubbing her temple.

The last thing she needed was another trending scandal, celebrity meltdown, or political circus to ruin her appetite.

Still, curiosity dragged her right back to her laptop.

She reopened it lazily and clicked on her usual news site. The page loaded, and the headline at the top nearly punched the air out of her lungs.

[ Maxime Knight has been declared dead due to a heart attack. ]

Her eyes widened in disbelief. The article thumbnail was a grainy, poorly lit photo... but she recognized the face instantly. She’d seen Maxime Knight in Axel’s grandfather’s house, the same face that bore the cold, aristocratic Knight features.

Her heartbeat stumbled.

She clicked the article. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Maxime Knight was discovered dead in one of the family’s mountain cabins. A preliminary autopsy indicates he died of a heart attack..."

Evelyn’s hand trembled as she scrolled. The words blurred for a moment, and she forced herself to blink until her vision returned. Suddenly, Axel’s silent phone made sense. His abrupt return to the Knight residence made sense.

He had gone home to deal with this.

And she hadn’t heard from him since.

Her heart tightened with worry. Part of her wanted to throw her laptop aside and call him immediately. Still, she forced herself to keep reading, searching for any detail, any hint, that might explain what happened.

When she finally reached the end of the article, her stomach felt heavy. She shut the laptop with a soft click, grabbed her phone, and hovered her thumb over Axel’s name.

But she froze.

Axel was dealing with his family. The last thing he needed was her interrupting the storm he was walking through.

She inhaled, then exhaled slowly.

Instead of calling, she typed a short message:

"Axel, I just read the news online. My condolences..."

She reread it twice, worried it sounded too stiff, too formal, too... distant.

But what else could she say?

She couldn’t joke. She couldn’t offer comfort he wasn’t ready to take. She couldn’t pretend everything was normal.

So she pressed send.

The moment the message left her screen, Evelyn let out a shaky breath. Her chest ached with worry, but she forced herself to set her phone aside.

She hoped, with everything in her, that he was okay. And she hoped he would text back, soon.

However, Axel didn’t reply to her message at all. Not even a quick call.

Evelyn stared at her phone long enough for the screen to dim twice.

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