The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341: You’re Allowed To Grieve

"You should," Stella agreed softly. "You scared everyone. I almost fainted when I heard about your—" She stopped. The word caught in her throat.

Evelyn noticed immediately. Stella, who could lecture a room full of senior doctors without blinking, now looked like someone who had just accidentally broken a priceless vase and was debating whether to run or stay.

"About what?" Evelyn asked, genuinely confused. She tilted her head slightly, wincing at the pull in her chest. "Why do you look like you stole someone’s boyfriend?" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Stella let out a weak, breathless laugh that didn’t quite land.

She lowered her gaze instead of answering, her fingers fidgeting before finally reaching for Evelyn’s hand. She held it tightly, as if letting go would make everything worse.

"Little sis..." Evelyn said gently, concern threading through her voice despite the ache in her body. "What’s wrong? Are you in trouble? Tell me, what is it?"

Evelyn shifted instinctively, then hissed quietly when the bandages pulled. Her body felt like it belonged to someone else, restrained and fragile.

Stella slowly lifted her head.

Her eyes were red.

"Why are you crying?" Evelyn asked, worriedly.

"Sis... I’m sorry," Stella said, her voice trembling. She swallowed hard, clearly choosing each word with care. "Did you... Did you know about your pregnancy?"

The world seemed to pause around them.

Evelyn’s breath was sharp and shallow, as if the air had suddenly grown heavier.

Her fingers curled weakly against the sheets, and the faint warmth that had settled in her chest moments ago shattered.

Of course, she knew.

The pain she had carefully locked away surged forward, cruel and relentless.

It felt like a thousand tiny nails piercing straight through her heart, each one whispering the same truth she had been trying not to face.

She had known.

She had carried it quietly.

She had loved that child before she ever got the chance to protect it.

Since she knew about it, she had forced herself to be strong. For Axel. For Oliver.

She had smiled, reassured, and pretended the loss was manageable. But it wasn’t. It had never been.

Her head bowed, her gaze fixed on the blanket as if it could shield her from the memory.

She told herself not to cry.

She told herself she was fine.

However, she wasn’t.

The tears came anyway, hot and relentless, sliding down her cheeks before she could stop them.

Her shoulders trembled, small at first, then harder, the sound of her quiet sobs breaking the fragile calm of the room.

Stella panicked instantly.

"S-Sister... Eve... no, no, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have to ask you about it. I’m sorry, sis..."

Evelyn shook her head weakly, finally lifting her face. Tears clung to her lashes, her eyes red and raw.

"I lost my baby," she whispered, her voice cracking completely. "I didn’t even get to say hello."

Stella’s heart broke.

"I tried so hard to stay calm," Evelyn continued, her words spilling out now that the dam had cracked. "I didn’t want Axel to see me fall apart. He’s already hurting. Everyone is. I thought if I stayed strong, it would hurt less."

Evelyn let out a broken laugh that carried no humor at all. "But, it doesn’t... It hurt. A lot..."

Stella leaned forward, careful not to touch any bandages, and rested her forehead against Evelyn’s hand.

"Sis, you don’t have to be strong all the time," she said softly. "You’re allowed to grieve."

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