The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292: She is Our Family

The Presidential Suite at the Imperial Hotel was wrapped in quiet luxury.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, sunlight glinting off glass towers far below.

Plush carpets muted every sound, and the air carried a faint scent of polished wood and fresh flowers arranged on the marble table nearby.

Finley Morgan sat on the cream colored sofa, his posture straight despite the long day.

His phone rested in his palm, the screen lighting up as the call connected.

One by one, familiar faces appeared, filling the screen with a mixture of anticipation and restrained emotion.

"Finley, how is it?" Nicholas Morgan asked immediately, leaning closer to the camera. His eyes were bright, and his voice could not hide his excitement. "Did you meet that person? Who is he?"

Before Finley could answer, another voice joined in. "Is he your aunt’s son?" Theodor Morgan asked, his brows drawn together.

"And is he from Grayenfall?" Nicholas added, barely pausing for breath.

Finley could not help smiling. Seeing his grandparents and father together on the screen filled him with warmth.

They had been waiting since morning, counting the hours, knowing today was the day he would finally meet the person whose DNA matched their family.

"It’s not ’he’," Finley said gently, his smile widening. "It’s ’she’."

The effect was immediate.

"She?" Nicholas echoed, stunned.

"She is Aunt Giselle’s granddaughter," Finley continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

Silence fell across the screen.

Finley watched as the expressions of the three elders shifted from confusion to disbelief.

His grandfather’s face paled, while his grandmother’s lips parted slightly, as if the air had been knocked from her chest.

He fixed his gaze on his grandfather. "Grandpa, Aunt Giselle passed away a long time ago."

Theodor’s hand trembled as he adjusted his glasses. "What?" His voice cracked. "My little sister... she died? Why? She was still young."

Emma Morgan, Finley’s grandmother, covered her mouth with her hand. "Giselle... my daughter," she whispered, her voice breaking. "How could this be? Why did she die?"

The screen blurred slightly as Emma’s eyes filled with tears. She tried to hold herself together, but her quiet sob escaped, heavy and raw.

Nicholas reached for her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, his own expression strained with grief.

"This is because of you, Nick. If you hadn’t said those words to her, this wouldn’t have happened!" Emma said, trembling as she began to cry.

"I’m sorry—" Nicholas’ voice faltered as he hugged his wife.

Finley inhaled slowly, steadying himself. He had known this moment would be painful, but seeing it unfold still tightened his chest.

"I will explain everything when I return," he said softly. "There is a lot to tell. But she lived. Aunt Giselle lived long enough to have a daughter, and that daughter had a child."

Emma looked up at him through her tears. "Where’s Giselle’s daughter? Did you meet her, too?"

Finley’s expression grew tense as he remembered that Madison had already been dead before they found her.

"Grandma, Aunt Gisell’s daughter also passed away, leaving only her daughter, whom I met earlier," Finley explained carefully, not wanting to make them even sadder.

The three of them were shocked.

Finley says nothing more, waiting for them to speak.

Nicholas straightened, gradually calming as his shock faded. "Then you must bring her to us," he said firmly. "We need to see her. She is our family."

"I will," Finley responded confidently. "I already talked to her about it. At first, she wasn’t sure, but after I shared a bit about you and grandma, she agreed to meet you..."

The somber mood gradually softened into cautious relief.

"And I will have dinner with her and her husband tonight," Finley added, trying to lighten the weight of the moment.

"She is married?" Theodor asked sharply.

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