The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347: His Mind Refused To Accept It

Blake moved instinctively, but shock rooted him in place for half a second.

By the time he caught her, she was already on the floor.

He knelt beside her, his mind refusing to process the words he had just heard.

"What did you say?" Blake asked hoarsely, as if his ears had betrayed him. "Repeat it."

Rudy lowered his head slightly, his voice steady as he said, "Sir, the maid found Miss Natalie in the bathtub with a cut wrist, blood filling the tub. She was no longer breathing."

The word hit them hard.

Grace’s composure was utterly shattered. She clutched Blake’s arm with desperate strength, her nails digging into his skin.

"No. No. This is impossible," she sobbed. "How could Nat be dead? No! This has to be a lie. It must be a mistake. She was fine. She was just fine..."

Blake felt his own knees weaken.

He sank down beside his wife, holding her tightly against his chest. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, loud and erratic. He was never prepared to hear this. Never.

Grace lifted her tear-streaked face toward him.

"Blake, let’s go there. Right now. Let’s go see her." Her voice broke with every word. "I will not believe this unless I see her with my own eyes. This has to be a lie. It has to be..."

Blake closed his eyes for a brief moment, forcing himself to breathe.

When he opened them again, they were sharp, controlled, and burning with a fury that hid his terror.

"Prepare the car," he ordered, his voice low and deadly calm. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Rudy bowed quickly and hurried away.

Grace clung to Blake to keep herself from falling apart.

"Our baby... our Natalie..." she whispered, her tears soaking into his shirt.

Blake tightened his arms around her.

"Hold on, Grace," he murmured against her hair. "We are going to Pine Mountain. And we will find the truth."

...

The drive to Pine Mountain felt endless.

The car cut through winding roads, its headlights swallowing the darkness ahead.

Inside, no one spoke.

Grace sat rigid in the back seat, her hands clenched together so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

Blake stared out the window, jaw locked, his thoughts a violent storm he refused to show.

When the cabin finally came into view, soft yellow lights glowing against the white snow, several figures were already waiting outside.

The maid stood near the entrance, her shoulders hunched, eyes red from crying.

Beside her stood the head of security, his posture stiff with unease, and a few guards shared the same expression.

The car stopped.

Blake stepped out immediately. He did not turn back to help his wife.

His long legs carried him forward with urgency that bordered on fury.

"What the hell happened here?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the cold air. "Why did my daughter suddenly do that?"

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