The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334: The Knock He’s Waiting For

At last, the knock Axel had been waiting for echoed against the door.

He straightened instantly, heart pounding, and turned just as the door opened.

Medical staff stepped inside, their movements calm and practiced. At the front stood Professor Han, the chief surgeon who had performed Evelyn’s operation.

Axel didn’t wait for introductions. He moved toward him. Relief and worry clearly flashed across his face.

His gaze flicked briefly to the hospital bed behind the doctor before returning to him.

"Doc..." Axel asked quietly, "Is my wife stable?"

"Mr. Knight," Professor Han greeted him with a reassuring nod. "Yes. She is stable now."

Axel took a deep breath, then slowly released.

"She’s still under anesthesia," the doctor continued, glancing at his watch. "Based on her condition, she will likely wake up in the early morning."

Axel closed his eyes for a brief second, pressing his fingers together as if grounding himself. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "Really."

"You did well getting her here in time," Professor Han replied. "Now she just needs rest."

Axel stepped aside as the nurses carefully wheeled Evelyn’s bed into the inner room of the VIP ward. His eyes never left her face. Pale, exhausted, but alive. That was enough for now.

The treatment room they brought her into barely resembled a hospital room. The furniture was neatly arranged, and the space was large enough to feel more like a presidential suite in a five-star hotel than a recovery ward.

Axel let out a weak sigh. "She’s going to complain about the décor," he murmured to himself. "She’ll say it’s too quiet."

One of the nurses smiled politely, pretending not to hear.

Axel remained standing there, watching as Evelyn was settled comfortably, machines humming steadily beside her.

After the nurse had settled Evelyn in her position, the crushing weight on his chest eased just a little.

He watched closely as Professor Han studied the monitoring panel beside the bed. The doctor’s expression was calm, professional, giving nothing away as his fingers moved across the screen.

Axel stood rigid, hands clasped behind his back, as if any sudden movement might disrupt the fragile peace of the room.

Finally, Professor Han turned to face him.

"Is everything all right, Doctor?" Axel asked, unable to keep the worry from his voice.

"Yes," Professor Han replied with a reassuring smile. "Her vital signs are stable. Blood pressure is within normal range, oxygen saturation is good, and there are no signs of internal complications."

Axel exhaled slowly, as if he had been holding his breath since the surgery ended.

"I’ll be leaving now," Professor Han continued. "My assistant will remain on standby throughout the night. If there is any change in Mrs. Knight’s condition, even something minor, they will come in immediately to assess her."

Axel nodded.

"Thank you, Doc. For everything." He said, with a relieved flash in his eyes.

"You’re welcome," Professor Han said warmly. "She’s strong. No need to worry about her." He paused and smiled before continuing, "Mr. Knight, try to get some rest yourself. You’ll need it when she wakes up."

Axel gave a faint, almost humorless smile. "I’ll try. Thank you..."

Professor Han nodded once more before leaving the room with the nurses, their footsteps fading into the quiet corridor. Axel walked them to the door out of habit, offering a final nod of gratitude before closing it gently behind them.

The room fell silent again.

Axel turned and walked back to the bed, stopping just beside it.

And he was still standing. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

After some time...

Axel pulled a chair closer and sat beside the bed, still holding her hand as if letting go would somehow make her disappear.

His shoulders slowly slumped, exhaustion finally claiming him.

With his head bowed and her hand still clasped in his, Axel drifted into an uneasy sleep, keeping silent watch over his wife as the night stretched on around them.

...

Meanwhile, one floor below, Dylan entered a patient care room and quickly came to a halt.

He had expected dim lights and sleeping patients. Instead, the room was oddly lively.

Liam and Lisa were both there, sitting on either side of Ryan’s bed like overprotective parents who refused to go home.

A half-empty coffee cup sat on the bedside table, and someone had clearly smuggled in snacks from the vending machine.

All three heads turned toward him at once.

"Dylan?" Liam frowned, glancing at his watch. "Why are you here? It’s almost midnight, man. Even criminals sleep at this hour."

"I just finished talking to the boss," Dylan replied calmly, closing the door behind him. His gaze shifted to the bed.

Ryan lay propped against the pillows, his knee and arm heavily bandaged. A few bruises decorated his face, and there were bandages around his head. Still, overall, he looked far better than Dylan had expected. Fresh, alert, and annoyingly conscious.

"Hey." Ryan even managed to show a faint smile.

Dylan walked closer. "How are you feeling?"