The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321: This is Simply Not Just an Accident

Ryan turned to Evelyn.

"Ma’am, are you alright if I leave for a while to check up there?"

Evelyn, lying on the ground amidst the fallen leaves, stared at him for a moment. She wouldn’t have stayed here if her stomach hadn’t been feeling like it was contracting. She would climb back up there.

But she worries something has happened to her baby inside. What if—

She didn’t even dare to think about it.

"I will get help," he promised, after he saw her not saying anything, and her gaze showed how worried and afraid she was. "You are not losing anyone. Not today, ma’am..."

Evelyn looked up at him, tears clouding her sight as the world spun around her.

At the same time, the unbearable pain in her lower abdomen threatened to take over again.

"Y-Yes... Please hurry." She softly whispers while closing her eyes, trying to distract her mind from the pain.

She will trust Ryan that her baby will be all right. She will trust him to get help soon.

...

The Valley.

Axel stood frozen in his place.

The world around him blurred, sounds muffled, everything distant and unreal.

His phone vibrated weakly in his hand, Evelyn’s call having cut off so abruptly that his brain refused to process it.

His heart thudded painfully, like it wanted to escape his rib cage.

"No. No. No!" The words scraped out of his throat, a raw whisper of disbelief.

He forced his lungs to function. Inhale. Exhale. Move. Think. Do something.

He redialed Evelyn’s number, but it went straight to voicemail. He tried Ryan. Voicemail. It felt like the air was strangling him.

Axel’s hand trembled. It only lasted three seconds.

Then his instincts kicked in, sharp and merciless.

He spun on his heel and strode toward the door, phone pressed to his ear.

"Collins, trace my wife’s last location. Now."

He didn’t wait for a response. He hung up and immediately dialed again, storming down the hallway.

"Liam, check team two’s position."

"Boss," Liam’s breath came through the line, rushed, "I just received a call from them. They have already left the Morgans’ house and have just passed the car accident—"

Axel’s heart stopped.

Completely.

For one second, he felt nothing... no heartbeat, no air, no ground beneath him.

"Ask them to return to the scene!" His voice cracked with urgency. "That’s my wife’s car!"

He ended the call. His shoes barely touched the ground as he sprinted to the garage. His breath was lethal acid in his lungs.

In the corner of his eye, Jimmy appeared, running toward him, worry carved on his face.

"Sir, are you going out?"

"Yes." Axel snatched the car keys from the hook. He didn’t bother with a coat or shoes appropriate for the weather. None of it mattered. He climbed into the driver’s seat, engine roaring to life. "Please take care of my son. There’s something urgent happening... I will call you later."

Jimmy nodded, "Yes, sir."

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