The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: They Finally Know

Another day passed beneath gray morning skies.

At the Morgan family residence, the atmosphere was anything but warm.

Finley Morgan had barely stepped through the living room when his father’s sharp gaze pinned him in place.

The look carried years of authority, impatience, and disappointment all at once.

Finley forced a polite smile and leaned down to hug his grandfather first. "Grandpa. It’s good to see you."

Old Nicholas patted his back fondly before Finley turned toward his father and sat across from him.

"Father, I’m sorry," Finley said. "I only just found time to visit."

"I understand that you can not come often..." Theodor Morgan’s jaw tightened. "But tell me this... why does your secretary answer every time I call you? Are you truly so busy that you can’t pick up your father’s calls yourself?"

Finley exhaled slowly. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"I don’t ignore you, Dad. You call when I’m in meetings. If I answered every time, the board would replace me with someone else... They won’t support me."

Theodor’s eyes narrowed, unimpressed.

Before the tension could sharpen further, Old Nicholas tapped his cane lightly against the floor.

"Enough, Theo," he said.

Theodor turned toward his father, irritation flickering before he sighed.

"What I mean is that Finley finally came despite his schedule. That is what matters," Nicholas said with his calm tone.

Finley smiled faintly, grateful for the rescue. "Thank you, grandpa..." he said without a sound, but his thumb slowly rose to give a thumbs-up.

However, Theodor was not done.

"Now," he said, eyes narrowed sharply on Finley, "Tell me why Evelyn cannot be contacted. I have called her phone many times. No ringing. No response to my texts. Is she alright?" He asked.

The question was enough to stun Finley, and he couldn’t help but smile.

He had planned to wait. To give Evelyn time to heal. To avoid shocking his grandparents’ fragile hearts. To prevent his father from storming across the city demanding answers. But his father’s impatience had cornered him.

"Father..." Finley hesitated. "Eve is injured—"

"What?!" Theodor shot up from his seat, eyes wide.

"Injured? What injury?" Nicholas’s voice rose too, his old hands gripping the arms of his chair, his face instantly pale. "Is she alright?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Finley’s heart lurched. He rushed to his grandfather’s side. "Grandpa, are you okay? Let me call your doctor—"

"No. No." Nicholas waved him off, though his breathing was strained. After a moment, he steadied himself, inhaling carefully until his voice returned. "I am fine. I’m fine. Now tell me. What happened to Eve? Why is she unreachable?"

Finley knelt beside him, taking the old man’s hand and patting it gently.

"After Evelyn left this house," Finley began, keeping his voice calm, "she was in a car accident. She sustained serious injuries. But she is healing now. She is safe."

Silence struck.

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