The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Good News or Bad?

Axel watched the helicopter rise, his eyes tracking every inch as the basket stretcher carrying Evelyn disappeared inside.

The blades roared to life, kicking up shards of wind. Her hair fluttered for a moment, a glimpse before the doors shut.

He whispered a prayer, ’God... please take care of her for me.’

His hands stayed in the air even after the helicopter slowly vanished from his sight.

The moment it cleared the treetops, he jolted back to life.

Turning on his heel, he sprinted up the ravine path, his shoes slipping but never slowing.

Liam followed close behind, panting, but wisely silent.

Axel couldn’t ride with her. The medics said there was no room. They needed speed, less weight, fewer bodies. So he ran.

He ran as if his pulse were a detonator.

By the time he reached the top, his lungs burned.

But his mind... his mind was worse. It screamed. It imagined everything he didn’t want to see; Her bleeding. Her cry. Her stillness.

He threw all those terrible things from his mind. He had no room to fall apart. Not now.

Axel hurriedly entered the car after Liam opened it for him.

Then, he ordered Liam to drive faster, and the vehicle sped away from the scene toward the hospital.

He forced himself to breathe and dialed the number he needed most.

The line connected on the first ring.

"Axel." David Hamm’s voice came through immediately, sharp and focused. The CEO of Hope Medical Center rarely sounded nervous. But right now, Axel could hear it.

"Dave," Axel said. His voice cracked. "They just departed from the location. Please... please help her." His chest tightened so much he could hardly speak. "Her and my unborn child. Please—"

He choked. The words hit a wall in his throat. Fear wrapped around his voice.

David didn’t hesitate. "I will. The best surgeon is on standby. Her obstetrician is already here. Axel, listen to me. We will do everything we can. Do you hear me?"

Axel swallowed hard. "Thank you, Dave—"

He ended the call before his voice broke completely.

The silence pressed on him. He leaned against his seat, sucking air into his lungs, but it wasn’t enough.

Nothing was enough.

His mind twisted, dragging him into the darkest corners. Every worst-case scenario flashed behind his eyes.

"No," he muttered under his breath. "No. She’ll be fine. She has to be fine."

His phone buzzed again.

The name flashed on the screen, Collins.

He answered so fast he nearly crushed the phone. "Did you find them?"

"Yes," Collins replied, voice heavy. "Anthony is leading the pursuit. They’re heading... toward the border of Nevalis."

Axel’s brows snapped together. Nevalis. The city where the Wright Group’s headquarters is. Where Ethan ruled like a quiet storm.

Perfect.

"Notify Ethan," Axel ordered. "I want them cornered. Do not kill them! I want the mastermind. Bring them all to me."

"Understood."

"Collins."

"Yes, sir?"

Axel’s eyes darkened. "If they fight... as Ethan to crippled them."

A beat of silence. Before Collins chuckled faintly, "With pleasure."

"Axel... I’m sorry." David’s voice softened. "She had a miscarriage. The baby didn’t make it."

Lightning. Straight through the spine. Axel’s world cracked open.

His knees hit the floor before he even felt them fall. His palms flattened against the cold tile. His head bowed. He didn’t shout. He didn’t scream.

He shattered in silence.

David knelt beside him. "I’m sorry. If she had gotten here sooner... if the bleeding wasn’t as severe... Axel, we tried. There was nothing to be done."

Axel pulled away from David’s reaching hand. Not out of anger—but because he was crumbling. He pressed his forehead to the floor, breath shaking violently.

His words barely left his lips, "I couldn’t protect them."

David’s throat bobbed. His friend was a pillar of power, an empire in human skin. However, seeing him like this was like watching a mountain crumble.

"You did everything you could," David said quietly. "You sent help. You fought for her. That matters. That’s why she’s alive right now."

Axel stayed kneeling, tears dripping silently onto the floor.

He didn’t wipe them.

He didn’t hide them.

He let them fall.

After several long moments, he forced himself up. His legs trembled. His chest felt carved hollow. He walked numbly toward the seating area and collapsed into a chair.

David sat beside him.

"Tell me everything," Axel said, voice weak but steadier now. "I need to know."

David nodded. "She’s in surgery with two teams. One is performing a curettage to make sure no internal tissue remains, to prevent infection or hemorrhage. They’re being as gentle as possible. She lost a lot of blood. But her vitals are stable."

Axel swallowed, eyes fixed on the doors. "And the rest?"