The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Evelyn’s Uncle?

Axel had faced aggressive boardrooms, ruthless competitors, and political negotiations that could sway an entire market without batting an eyelash.

Yet now, standing in front of his own front door, he found himself completely frozen.

He stared at the man before him, blinking several times, as if his eyes were playing a cruel joke.

His mind raced faster than it ever had during an aggressive takeover.

’What happened here? Why did Finley Morgan end up in my house? Did he need something urgent and follow me here?’

His gaze stayed fixed on Finley’s familiar face, his calm posture, and that faint, knowing smile.

’Wait. Why did no one tell me he was coming? And how did security allow him up to this floor?’

Axel did not move. Not an inch.

"Axel," Finley said mildly, amusement flashing in his eyes, "why are you looking at me like I have just committed something terrible?"

The sound of Finley’s voice finally snapped Axel back to reality. He cleared his throat and stepped outside, carefully pulling the door closed behind him.

Whatever this was, it would not be discussed in front of his wife and son.

"I apologize, sir," Axel began calmly, professionalism slipping into place out of habit. "But I do not recall giving you my address or inviting you to my house."

Finley chuckled softly. "We have been over this many times. When it is just the two of us, there is no need for formalities. Call me Finley."

Despite the apparent age gap and status difference, Finley had always insisted on being casual around him. Axel had learned long ago that refusing his request was a waste of time.

"Alright," Axel said, exhaling. "Finley. Tell me. Did you need something from me? You don’t have to come here. Just pick up your phone, call me, and I will help."

Finley tilted his head, clearly enjoying himself. "Why do you ask that, as I arrived with bad news? Of course, I came to visit."

Axel frowned. "Visit?"

"Yes. Visit," Finley repeated cheerfully.

Axel’s instincts flared. "Finley, I respect you as my business partner and my friend. But this is my..." His voice trailed off mid-sentence as a realization slammed into his mind.

No. That is impossible.

His eyes widened slightly.

’Is Finley Morgan really Evelyn’s uncle?’

Before he could fully process the thought, Finley reached out and patted his shoulder, warm and approving.

"Thank you, Axel," Finley said sincerely. "You care for my niece very much."

Axel froze again. "You..."

"Yes," Finley said, smiling. "I am your wife’s uncle."

Axel stared at him, speechless.

"So... Uncle Theo’s sister," Axel said slowly, testing the words, "is Evelyn’s grandmother?"

Finley nodded.

For a long moment, Axel said nothing. His mind replayed every conversation he had with Evelyn, about her past, her family she was looking for, the family that matched her DNA.

And now,

The truth had been standing in front of him all along, and he had never seen it coming.

Before he could form a response, the door behind him opened.

"Axel," Evelyn said, her tone half curious, half amused, "why are you blocking Uncle Finley outside?"

She stepped forward and smiled brightly when she saw Finley. "Welcome, Uncle. Please come in."

Finley laughed, clearly pleased, and stepped past Axel after giving his shoulder another friendly pat.

"Thank you, Evelyn. Your husband looks like he has just seen a ghost."

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