The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345: Finally, I’m Home

"Of course," he said simply. "Where else would my wife recover? A normal hospital? Unacceptable."

Evelyn could only nod faintly in response, hearing what he said.

"Stella told me you even included a maternity suite."

Axel paused for only a heartbeat before smiling again. "Yes. For the future."

Evelyn’s expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering behind her eyes, but she hid it quickly.

"You plan too far ahead, Mr. Knight."

"I plan everything," he replied. "Including how I will carry you from bed to wheelchair tomorrow."

"I will walk," she protests.

"You will walk," he agreed, "while holding onto me like a koala."

"Axel."

"Yes, my love?"

She sighed, but her lips curved upward. "Go sleep on your tiny sofa, then."

"I will listen to my wife," Axel said solemnly.

He leaned down and kissed her lips gently, lingering just long enough to make her eyes flutter closed again.

"Good night, my love..."

He turned off the light, leaving only the soft glow of the city through the window.

Axel settled onto the sofa. His legs did, in fact, hang over the edge. He ignored it.

Because beside him, Evelyn breathed steadily again, drifting back into sleep.

And as he watched her, guarding her like a silent shadow, Axel Knight allowed himself one final thought before closing his eyes.

...

The next day begins with soft sunlight filtering through the tall pines of The Valley.

The transfer from Hope Medical Center went smoother than Evelyn had expected.

By late morning, she was already settled into the guest house that had somehow transformed overnight into a private medical facility.

Calling it a "guest house" now felt like an understatement.

It looked like a luxury villa from the outside. Still, inside, medical monitors, neatly arranged equipment, and a small nurse’s station quietly announced that this was a recovery ward built for a single patient.

An ambulance sat in the driveway. Two doctors and three nurses were on rotating standby.

Even the hallway lights were adjusted to a warmer, gentler tone so the space would not feel like a hospital.

Only Axel Knight could turn a home into a private clinic within forty-eight hours.

But what made Evelyn truly happy was not the equipment or the comfort.

It was the view.

Through the clean, expansive glass windows, she could see hills, tall pine trees swaying in the breeze, and sunlight streaming through.

No curious strangers.

No hospital visitors.

Just family, nature, and peace.

And Oliver is running barefoot in the living room like a tiny tornado.

Because they were home, relatives who had learned of her accident rushed to visit.

Despite everything, Axel welcomed them. He greeted every elder politely, offered tea, arranged seating, and somehow managed to look calm while still checking on Evelyn every five minutes like an anxious guard dog.

An hour before lunchtime, Evelyn sat in her wheelchair near the open living space in their main house.

"And then!" Oliver exclaimed, "Daddy said, ’Don’t worry, buddy, Mommy will wake up!’ And I said, ’Daddy, are you okay? Why are your eyes red?’"

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