The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309: Please Call Uncle Oscar!

The Valley.

"Mommy... Mom... are you in there?" Oliver’s small voice drifted from the hallway, light and eager.

Evelyn lifted her gaze from the book resting on her lap and turned toward the open door.

"I’m here," she answered warmly. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

A moment later, Oliver appeared, his cheeks rosy and his eyes bright with excitement.

He rushed toward her, nearly tripping over his own feet, and thrust his mini iPad into her hands.

"Mom, look," he said proudly. "I just finished Uncle Oscar’s game. I completed all the stages."

Evelyn blinked. "You finished what?"

"The game Uncle Oscar gave me," Oliver repeated, climbing onto the sofa beside her.

Then he pointed to the iPad screen to let Evelyn see what he meant, "He said if I finished it, he would come back and give me another stage. I finished it."

She frowned slightly and looked down at the screen.

Instead of colorful animals, bouncing cars, or cheerful music notes, the display was filled with a black background, white numbers, symbols, and lines arranged in neat patterns. It looked nothing like the games she usually approved for a four-year-old.

"What kind of game is this?" she asked slowly, staring at the game before turning to see her son’s cute face.

Oliver leaned closer, clearly delighted by her confusion.

"It’s fun," he said thoughtfully. His eyes shining as he continues to explain, "I have to make the little square move by using numbers. If I put the wrong number, it stops."

Evelyn stared at the screen again. She remembered Oscar giving Oliver the iPad on his birthday.

At that time, she had checked it carefully. The games were harmless and age-appropriate. There was a racing game with cute, smiling animals, a puzzle game with bright, colorful shapes, and a cooking game where Oliver pretended to bake cakes while making a mess on the virtual counter.

There was even a dinosaur game where the creatures danced when Oliver tapped them.

Nothing like this.

Her heart skipped slightly as a thought crossed her mind.

Wait.

She looked at the screen more carefully. The patterns, the logic, the repetition.

Did Oscar try to introduce Oliver to coding?

No, that was impossible.

If Oscar had done something like that, he would have told her. Right?

Oliver tilted his head and studied her face closely. "Mommy," he said softly, "Why do your eyes look like you are angry with my iPad? Did I do something wrong?"

She immediately shook her head, holding back her laughter.

"No, sweetheart. I’m just... surprised your uncle gave you this game. And you could also finish it. This is a difficult game..."

"Oh," Oliver replied, satisfied. He then gently tugged at her sleeve. "Mommy, please call Uncle Oscar for me. I want him to know I finished it."

She sighed lightly. "Uncle Oscar might be sleeping now. It’s the middle of the night where he is."

"But he said I can call him when I finish," Oliver insisted. "He promised."

Evelyn opened her mouth to answer when her cell phone suddenly rang on the coffee table.

She glanced down at the screen and laughed softly.

"Well," she said, lifting the phone so Oliver could see, "look who’s calling."

Oscar’s name flashed brightly on the screen.

"Uncle Oscar!" Oliver’s eyes widened.

She answered the call, and the speaker was turned on so Oliver could hear it too.

Oscar chuckled. "I remember."

"When will you come?" Oliver asked eagerly.

Evelyn opened her mouth to intervene, but Oscar was faster. "Soon," he said. "Very soon. If your mommy allows it."

Oliver immediately turned toward her with pleading eyes. "Mommy... Please allow it. I miss Uncle Oscar..."

She looked between the phone and her son, torn between amusement and disbelief. "We will see," she said carefully.

"That’s a yes," Oscar declared.

"That was not a yes," she protested.

"It sounded like one," Oscar replied smugly.

Oliver clapped his hands.

"Yay! Uncle Oscar, go buy a plane ticket. Hurry before Mommy changes her mind. Or do you want to borrow Daddy’s jet? I can ask Daddy to send it to you..."

"Wow, private jets? That sounds good..."

Evelyn shook her head, laughter bubbling in her chest without her knowing.

She no longer said anything; she just let them talk and quietly listened as Oscar excitedly explained that Oliver had completed the final stage faster than expected, that he planned to introduce simple computer logic next, and that this was only the beginning.

Oliver responded eagerly, interrupting often, explaining things in his own adorable language, mixing numbers with imagination, convinced he had just accomplished something heroic.

As they spoke, Evelyn leaned back against the sofa, watching her son with a soft smile.

She did not fully understand the game.

She did not understand half of what Oscar was saying.

But she understood one thing clearly: Oliver was happy.