The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342: Madman!

David Hamm stepped out of the private elevator onto his office floor precisely at seven in the morning, his stride brisk, his expression composed.

However, that composure lasted exactly three seconds.

His assistant, Bennet, stood rigid near the reception desk, shoulders stiff, face pale, eyes darting toward the closed office door as if it might bite him.

David slowed. Then frowned.

"Why do you look like you’ve just been informed the hospital is on fire?" David asked calmly, adjusting his cufflinks as he walked past.

The assistant swallowed. "Sir... I’m worried because Mr. Knight is already waiting inside."

David stopped mid-step.

"...Already?"

"Yes, sir."

David glanced at his watch. Seven sharp. "He arrived before me?"

The assistant nodded miserably.

’That man has no respect for human circadian rhythms. I guess he didn’t sleep all night!’ David thought as he waved his hand dismissively.

"All right. Go make yourself useful somewhere else."

The assistant didn’t wait for further permission. He disappeared down the corridor as if a ghost chased him.

David squared his shoulders and pushed open his office door.

Axel Knight was seated comfortably on the single sofa by the window. His black jacket suit was draped neatly beside him. His posture was relaxed. His attention was on his phone, thumb scrolling lazily as if this were his personal lounge rather than David’s office.

For a moment, David wondered if he should start charging rent.

"Good morning, Axel," David greeted, closing the door behind him. "You’re early. And by early, I mean criminally so."

Axel lifted his head calmly. "Morning."

David walked to his desk, set his briefcase down, and turned to face him.

"Why are you here at this hour? Did something happen to Evelyn?"

Axel’s gaze sharpened slightly, though his tone remained steady. "She’s fine."

David relaxed immediately.

"Good. You almost gave me a heart attack before breakfast."

Axel slips his phone into his pocket. "But I need to ask you something."

Instead, ask what he needs; David gestured toward the coffee machine and offered, "Do you want coffee?"

"No," Axel replied without hesitation. "I’ve already had two cups since dawn."

"Of course you have." David poured himself a cup anyway and leaned against the desk. "So, what is it?"

Axel looked him straight in the eye. "I want a medical room built in my house. Immediately."

David gasped in surprise.

"...You want what?" He asked finally.

"A fully equipped medical room. Hospital-grade." Axel said calmly, ignoring David’s shocked expression. "I want Evelyn treated at home starting tomorrow."

The room fell silent.

David took a slow sip of his coffee, as if hoping caffeine might make that sentence sound less insane.

However, it didn’t. He slowly returned to his seat opposite Axel and settled in.

"You do realize," David said carefully, "that your VIP room already resembles a five-star medical resort? We have already closed the entire floor..."

Axel’s expression didn’t change. "It’s not enough."

David sighed and rubbed his temple. "Axel, she just had major surgery. Broken ribs, fractures, internal trauma. Home treatment isn’t a simple IV drip and a pat on the head."

"I know."

"Then why—"

"Because I want her where I can see her," Axel said quietly. "Where she can rest without strangers walking in and out. Where Oliver can see her without feeling afraid."

David studied him for a moment, then set his coffee down.

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