The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346: Suicide

At Blake Martinez Villa, afternoon sunlight filtered through tall glass windows, painting warm golden stripes across the polished marble floor.

A silver tea set sat between Blake and Grace Martinez, steam curling lazily from their cups.

The television murmured softly in the background, broadcasting the afternoon news.

Blake Martinez sat comfortably in his armchair, one leg crossed over the other, calm and composed as always.

His wife, Grace, sat beside him, her attention half on her tea and half on the television.

Then the news anchor’s voice sharpened with excitement.

"...and in an unexpected turn of weather, Pine Mountain experienced its first snowfall of the season this morning..."

Grace straightened instantly. Her eyes widened as snowy images filled the screen. White blankets draped over pine trees. Roads glimmered under frost. Tiny figures played in the snow.

Her heart stirred with a familiar ache.

’Natalie... Oh, my dear baby. She might be lonely now there...’

She placed her teacup down carefully, though her fingers trembled just a little. She turned her head toward her husband.

"Honey," she called.

Blake did not look up at first. He was looking at his tea, sipping and enjoying it far too peacefully. Grace narrowed her eyes and lightly nudged his knee.

"Blake Martinez."

He finally turned, one eyebrow raised. "Yes, my love?"

Grace pointed at the television. "Look. When the first snow falls on Pine Mountain, we should go and visit Nat. She must be lonely there, Honey. You know how terrible loneliness is in winter."

The calm expression on Blake’s face vanished in an instant.

His jaw tightened, and he set his cup down with deliberate control.

He sighed deeply before answering. "She will not be lonely. Besides, she has only been there for a few days, and you already miss her dearly?"

Grace rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I did not say I miss her. I said it was the first snow. It would be fun to go there and meet our daughter."

Blake leaned back, amusement slowly returning to his face.

"That is the same thing, my love." He chuckled at the sight of her annoyance. "Can you stop pampering her? She is no longer a teenager. She is a grown woman who still acts like a child. Very spoiled."

Grace gasped and placed a hand over her chest. "Blake, do not make me hate you. She is my only daughter. Of course, I will pamper her all the time."

He did not answer. He only smiled, soft and fond.

"Fine," She said. "If you do not want to go, then I will go today. I will stay there for a week. Do not come after us."

She began to rise from her seat, but Blake reached out and caught her hand gently. His fingers wrapped around hers. He pulled her back toward him just enough to make her sit again.

"We will go," he said, smiling gently at her. "But call her first. Maybe she needs something from the city. We can bring her something, right?"

Grace’s annoyance melted instantly. Her eyes brightened as she stared at Blake.

"You are the best dad," she said, already reaching for her phone.

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