The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Let me Help You, Auntie!

The gentle chime of the doorbell echoed through the house, halting Evelyn and Oliver mid-exploration.

They had just finished checking every corner, including the pantry Oliver insisted might hide "secret snacks."

Both turned toward the door at the same time.

Oliver gasped, his eyes shining as he ran to Evelyn and grabbed her hand. "Mommy? Is that Daddy?"

Evelyn laughed quietly and shook her head. "No, sweetheart. It’s not Daddy." She bent slightly and brushed his hair back. "Go on. Open it."

Oliver stared at her, blinking as if trying to read her face. Then he frowned, suspicious. "You’re smiling."

She grinned wider. "If you don’t hurry, the guest might leave."

"Guest?" His eyes widened dramatically. "Grandma Martha?"

Before Evelyn could answer, Oliver squealed and bolted toward the door. "Grandmaaa—!"

Evelyn chuckled as she followed more slowly, already knowing what chaos awaited on the other side.

The door swung open to reveal Aunty Martha, arms full of shopping bags, her face lighting up with joy and excitement at the sight of Oliver.

Behind her stood Lisa, holding even more bags, looking slightly resigned but amused.

"There’s my handsome boy!" Martha exclaimed.

"Grandma..." Oliver threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around her legs. "You’re late!"

Martha laughed. "Excuse me? I brought food. That means I’m always on time."

"Blueberry muffins?" Oliver asked while sniffing the air.

"And apple pie," Martha added proudly. "Plus banana muffins, because you complained last time."

Oliver gasped. "You remembered."

"I remember everything," Martha said smugly, then attempted to lift him. She barely managed an inch before groaning. "Oh no, no, no. Grandma’s back has officially retired."

"It’s okay, Granny. I can walk."

Evelyn moved closer with a warm smile. "Welcome, Aunty... Thanks for cooking for us."

Martha turned and pulled her into a careful hug. "Look at you. Still beautiful as always. I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Evelyn said softly. She took the bags from Martha’s hand, "Let’s get inside."

The house quickly filled with laughter and the clatter of bags as Lisa set everything on the kitchen counter.

Evelyn insisted on helping, and Lisa agreed after only minimal protest.

Lunch turned into a feast.

There was roasted chicken with herbs, buttery mashed potatoes, sautéed vegetables, fresh salad with citrus dressing, and warm bread that filled the kitchen with comfort.

For dessert, Martha laid out muffins, apple pie, and a small chocolate tart she claimed was "just in case."

They gathered around the table, the room buzzing with easy conversation.

"So," Martha said between bites, eyeing Evelyn closely. "You’re glowing. Don’t deny it."

Evelyn laughed. "You sound like Axel."

Oliver suddenly straightened in his chair, chewing his chicken. "Grandma... Do you know what? Mommy has a baby."

The room went silent.

Martha froze, fork hovering mid-air. "A what?"

"A baby," Oliver repeated proudly. "In her tummy. Daddy put it there."

Lisa coughed so hard she nearly choked on her water.

"Oliver—" Evelyn was speechless. She had already planned to tell Aunty Martha, but her clever son stole the chance.

"Oh dear, Eve... You’re pregnant?" Martha asked while slamming her fork down and standing up.

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