The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290: What if I Didn’t Belong There?

Evelyn pushed the photograph across the table toward Finley.

The moment Finley touched the photograph, his composure began to falter.

His hand trembled as he lifted the picture, his gaze fixed on the two women frozen in time.

For the first time since entering the room, Finley Morgan looked truly shaken.

"Madison..." he murmured. He traced the outline of his cousin, Evelyn’s mother’s face with his finger, as though doing so might bring her back to life. "She looks just like her mother."

"Yes," Evelyn said softly. "They were both so beautiful."

She smiled faintly, though her eyes felt warm.

Reaching into her bag again, Evelyn pulled out a small gold frame. Inside was a faded photograph of two six-year-old children standing in front of a two-story house. Time had dulled the colors, but the expressions remained clear.

"And I found this in my mother’s belongings," Evelyn said, placing it on the table.

"For years, I thought it was my mother and her brother or her friend. But now I understand... The picture must be my grandma and her twin brother."

Finley stared at the image, his breath catching.

"That’s her," he said. "And that’s her twin brother, my father," Finley said. His eyes glistened as he looked back up at Evelyn. "We have this picture too. It’s still hanging in your great-grandparents’ house."

Her heart skipped painfully to hear that.

"You need to meet them, Evelyn," Finley continued. "They’re still alive. Not as strong as before, but they’re here. They’ve waited their whole lives without knowing what happened to their daughter."

Her hands went cold.

Meet them.

The words echoed loudly in her mind.

She had spent years searching for answers, yet now that the door was open, fear rushed in alongside relief. What if meeting them changed everything?

"I don’t know if I’m ready," Evelyn admitted softly. Her voice trembled despite her effort to sound calm. "I’m worried they won’t accept me. I don’t want to disrupt anyone’s life or open old wounds that should have stayed closed so they could be healed."

Finley listened without interrupting, his expression gentle and patient.

When he finally spoke, his voice carried a quiet sincerity. "Evelyn, please understand something. We have been searching for Aunty Giselle for years. Not to blame her. Not to question her choices. We just wanted to know she was alive. Or if not, then at least to find her family."

He paused, letting his words settle. "Finding you is not a disruption. It is something we have hoped for."

Evelyn’s hands clasped tightly in her lap.

She understood what he meant, truly. If she were honest with herself, she had wanted this too. That longing was the reason she had dared to take the DNA test in the first place. Yet now that the truth was right in front of her, it felt overwhelming.

The Morgan name echoed in her mind. Powerful. Influential. Intimidating. And her grandmother had once been part of it.

"I’m scared," Evelyn whispered. "What if I don’t belong there?"

Finley’s gaze softened even more. "Your great-grandparents deserve to know that their daughter left something beautiful behind. And you deserve to know where you came from, Evelyn. Blood does not disappear just because time has passed."

Silence stretched between them, heavy but not uncomfortable.

Evelyn stared at the table, her thoughts tangled with memories of her past. Then slowly, she lifted her head.

"Yes," she said at last, her voice steadier. "I will meet them."

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