The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 387: I Found Your Mother

When Ethan turned his gaze on him, he continued, "Your mother is still looking for you."

Instantly, Ethan’s face drained of color; Axel’s words hit harder than any bullet ever had.

"And," Axel continued, "your mother is someone Evelyn is very close with. She considers her an aunt, and my son calls her Grandma."

Ethan’s lips parted, but his voice came out as a whisper, "So... it’s real. You actually found my family."

"I only found your mother," Axel corrected gently. "She’s the only one left."

Ethan squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

"My mother is alive, and she’s still looking for me?" he asked, his voice breaking despite his effort to control it.

"Yes!"

Axel then explained everything.

About how Evelyn had once shared documents about Aunt Martha, a woman who had lost her son decades ago, and asked him to help find the little boy.

How Collins had investigated the case.

How a photo from years past had been compared to Ethan’s old records from their first encounter.

The resemblance had been undeniable.

Ethan clenched his fist, tried to calm his heartbeat, and asked, "Are you sure that woman is my mother?"

Axel added carefully, "Even though Collins and I are confident, we need confirmation. A DNA test. To be absolutely certain."

Ethan nodded slowly. His hands trembled slightly against the sheets. "I understand," he said quietly.

Axel glanced at his watch. "My man is meeting your mother now. Once we get her sample, we’ll need yours as well."

"So... this is one of the reasons you’re sending me to the capital?"

"Yes," Axel replied without hesitation. "And because we need to find out who wants you dead."

The flicker of anger in Axel’s eyes was sharp and dangerous.

Collins rubbed his chin. "On the bright side, Ethan, you might finally get grounded by your mom instead of Axel."

Ethan let out a breathless laugh that quickly turned into something dangerously close to a sob.

...

At the Valley, the morning light spilled gently through the tall windows of Evelyn’s office, casting warm streaks across the polished desk.

After breakfast, she had insisted on coming here herself, ignoring the mild panic in the eyes of Laura and Jimmy, who still believed she should be resting in bed like a porcelain doll. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

For the first time since her injury, she sat behind her desk again.

It felt... right.

Her laptop chimed nonstop, emails piling up faster than she could blink.

Most of them were from Oscar, neatly labeled and obsessively detailed.

Evelyn glanced at the subject lines, sighed, and skipped every single one.

"Sorry, Oscar," she murmured. "If it’s not on fire, it can wait."

Her eyes landed on another name instead.

Joseph Carter, the acting CEO of Walters Group.

She clicked the email and gave a faint smile.

"This man is really impatient and has a bad habit of rushing things," she muttered, leaning back in her chair. "I already told him not to rush me, and yet here he is, sending the entire universe disguised as a report."

Still, she read it.

And then kept reading.

Despite her initial complaint, the Walters Group’s annual financial report dragged her in completely. Numbers, projections, acquisitions, quiet warnings hidden between carefully worded sentences. Evelyn straightened, her playful expression slowly shifting into focus.

Time slipped by unnoticed.

Nearly two hours later, her coffee had gone cold, her leg had felt numb, and her eyes felt dry, but she was still scrolling.

Then her phone vibrated.

She frowned slightly, annoyed at the interruption, until she saw the name glowing on the screen.

Aunty Martha.

Evelyn’s entire expression softened.

She answered immediately. "Hello, Aunty Martha. I’m so happy to hear your voice."

On the other end, Martha exhaled audibly, as if she had been holding her breath. "Eve, my dear, how is your health? Is it improving?"

Evelyn smiled, rolling her chair back a little. "Yes, Aunty. I’m getting better. I can walk faster now, and I’ve even returned to work."

"Returned to work?" Martha repeated, shocked. "Oh dear, Eve... you were injured, not bored."

Evelyn laughed.

"Aunty, I promise I’m not running marathons. More like... aggressive sitting in my home office."

Martha was unconvinced. Ever since she had heard about Evelyn’s accident, she had called relentlessly, always asking the same questions and constantly worrying as if Evelyn were her own child.

"That’s good to hear," Martha said gently. "I was thinking... I should find time to fly there and visit you and little Oliver. I miss you both so much."

"Aunty..." she said softly, her fingers tightened around her phone. "I’ll arrange for someone to pick you up so you don’t have to fly alone. How about the end of the year? We can celebrate Brother Noah’s birthday together."

The silence on the line stretched.

"Y-Yes..." Martha finally answered, her voice shaky.

"I’m sorry, Aunty," she sighed. "I shouldn’t have—"

"Don’t say that, I’m fine. Really..." Martha interrupted quickly, forcing cheer into her tone. "I’ll come near the end of the year so we can celebrate his birthday together again."

"Aunty, Oliver, and I will be so happy. Truly—" Evelyn paused, then added carefully, "Aunty... I’ve been so busy with my injury that I almost forgot about my promise. But don’t worry. I’ll remind Axel to look for him again."

"Oh," Martha suddenly said, her tone shifting. Excited. Confused. "That’s actually why I called."

"What is it, Aunty?"

"Someone came to my house just now," Martha explained. "He said Axel sent him to collect my DNA sample. So... I gave it to him."

"...Really?" Evelyn was surprised to hear that.

"Yes. Can you ask Axel why he suddenly asked for it? Did he find a clue about Noah?"

Evelyn stared at her desk, her heart beginning to pound.

She hadn’t known.

After giving Axel the documents about Martha’s missing son, the matter had gone quiet. Axel had never mentioned it again. And in the chaos of her injury and recovery, she had forgotten to ask.

"I..." Evelyn hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I’ll ask him once he returns home, Aunty."

"Alright," Martha said, sounding relieved. "I won’t take up more of your time. We’ll talk again later."

"Take care, Aunty," Evelyn said gently. "And... thank you."