The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353: Good News and Bad News!

Alicia set down her teacup with deliberate calm.

"Girls," she said, her tone shifting.

Both Evelyn and Stella straightened instinctively and looked at her.

"Your father," Alicia continued, "has finally agreed to the divorce."

Silence fell.

Stella’s jaw dropped slightly. "Wait. That father? The stubborn one who forced you to reconcile? Return to him? He’s finally agreed?"

Alice nodded. "Yes. The very same man."

Evelyn blinked in disbelief. "Did someone replace him with a reasonable clone? Why did he suddenly change his mind?"

"Yes, I thought he told you that he would never divorce you. He would rather die than sign the papers," Stella added.

"He is completely shameless," Evelyn shook her head. She truly disliked William Walters and wanted nothing to do with him again, but she couldn’t escape it.

Stella leaned closer to Evelyn, lowering her voice as if sharing a sacred secret. "Sis... do you think the universe finally felt guilty for everything it put us through?"

Evelyn exhaled slowly. Between relief, shock, and faint amusement, her lips curved into a small smile.

"No," Evelyn said quietly, her eyes thoughtful. "I think the universe is just getting started."

Alicia burst into laughter to hear them, "Alright, alright, enough talking about my stupid ex-husband. He is in the past where he belongs."

"Agree!" Stella chirped happily. She lifted her teacup as though it were a champagne glass. "Cheers to my beloved Daddy’s downfall," she declared with theatrical sarcasm, no sadness in her eyes at all.

Evelyn smiled and lifted her own cup. "Cheers. To the new era of our beloved mommy. Alice, now you are free to choose our new daddy. We will accept whoever you choose this time."

"Hahaha, stop teasing me," Alicia waved a dismissive hand, though the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her delight. "You two are really naughty."

"Naughty," Stella repeated proudly, clinking her teacup gently against Evelyn’s. "But genetically inherited."

Their laughter danced through the warm living room, mingling with the faint scent of tea and afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows.

For a moment, everything felt light. Free. Like years of tension had finally loosened.

Then Alicia’s smile softened.

"Girls..." she said gently.

Both Evelyn and Stella fell silent at once. They knew that tone—something terrible had happened.

"Your grandfather is very ill. He is in the hospital right now. Major surgery. The doctors... are asking families to prepare for the worst-case scenario."

The words hit Evelyn and Stella like cold water.

Stella froze, her cheerful posture collapsing into stillness.

Evelyn’s fingers tightened slightly around her teacup.

"My grandfather?" Stella whispered. "Y-You mean Grandpa Samuel?"

They sat in comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts, until the faint sound of footsteps echoed from outside.

"Hello, brother-in-law!" Stella called out first, consistently quicker than her mother.

"Axel," Alicia greeted next, her tone composed but warm.

Axel stepped into the home clinic, tall and calm as ever, "Stella, Alicia. I’m glad you came to accompany my wife," he said politely before turning to Evelyn. Without hesitation, he offered his hand.

Evelyn placed her palm in his, letting him help her stand. Even after days of recovery, his touch still steadied her more than any walking aid.

"We are happy to come," Alicia said, rising as well. "Oh, right, Eve. We haven’t seen Oliver yet."

"Right, Mom, let’s go," Stella said suddenly, hooking her arm around her mother’s like an overexcited tour guide. "Time to find my source of happiness." She winked at Evelyn. "Bye, sis!"

Before Evelyn could reply, Stella had already dragged Alicia out of the clinic, their laughter fading toward the main house.

Evelyn shook her head, amused.

"They move like a hurricane," she murmured.

Then she turned to Axel, lifting her gaze to meet his. "You came home fast. Is your work finished?"

Axel slid one arm around her waist, pulling her gently but firmly close, as if afraid she might get hurt but can’t be away from her.

He did not answer immediately. Instead, he studied her face, eyes scanning for any sign of pain, fatigue, or discomfort.