The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Let Me Suffer Instead of You!

Finley’s expression softened, disbelief and relief flooding his features. He stood at once and opened his arms. "Oliver..."

The boy hurried over, wrapping his arms around Finley.

"Daddy said Mommy is here." He looks up to see Finley in the eyes, "Can I see him now?"

Finley swallowed hard and gently patted Oliver’s head. He looked past him to Axel, his gaze still sharp, but no longer burning.

"Not now, but we’ll see her soon," Finley said softly, his hand gently resting on Oliver’s shoulder. "How about we sit over there?" he suggested, motioning toward the seating area.

Axel followed them into the seating area and took the single sofa opposite the longer one.

Oliver immediately climbed up beside Finley, settling himself comfortably.

Axel watched for a moment, then looked down at his phone, intending to leave and look for David. However, he paused when Finley began speaking.

"So," Finley said gently, leaning slightly toward Oliver, "your mommy gave everyone quite a scare today."

Axel’s head snapped up. He met Finley’s eyes and gave a subtle shake of his head, a silent plea not to go into details.

Finley paused, then smiled faintly. Either he understood, or he honestly didn’t know much beyond the surface. Either way, Axel felt a quiet wave of relief.

"Yes, grandpa... My mommy scares me... She also scares Daddy," Oliver shrugs. His expression turned gloomy again.

"But, she’s fearless," Finley continued while patting his head gently, "Just like you."

Oliver nodded solemnly.

"Mommy is the bravest. Even braver than Daddy."

Axel almost laughed. His son often compared him to his wife, which he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he found the comparison quite amusing.

His gaze drifted back to his phone, thumb hovering over the screen. The Shadow Wolf. Ethan. Collins. He needed information, and he needed it fast. His jaw tightened as his thoughts spiraled, then Finley’s voice pulled him back.

"Little Oliver, aren’t you sleepy?" Finley asked. "It’s almost nine o’clock."

"I am," Oliver admitted, his voice noticeably softer. "But I want to see Mommy first."

Axel lifted his head entirely now.

He could see that Oliver’s eyes were red, though they still shone with stubborn determination. The excitement, the worry, the exhaustion, all tangled together into one facial expression.

"Buddy," Axel said gently, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Mommy might wake up tomorrow. How about I read you a book instead?"

"No, Daddy." Oliver shook his head firmly. "I want to stay here. Waiting for Mommy."

Before Axel could respond, Finley chuckled.

"Let him stay, Axel." Then he glanced at Oliver, "Little man, you can sleep here..." He patted the space between them.

Oliver beamed. "Thank you, Grandpa. But, I’m not yet sleepy..."

Axel sighed, defeated, but there was no real protest in him.

"Fine," he said. "But, no need to force yourself. Just sleep when you feel sleepy... I promise I will wake you up when mommy is done with her surgery."

Oliver nodded, "Yes, daddy...I promise I will sleep."

That promise lasted less than three minutes.

By the time Axel glanced over again, Oliver was curled on his side, a cushion tucked under his head, one arm hugging his dinosaur. His breathing was slow and even, exhaustion finally winning.

Axel stood quietly and draped his jacket over his son.

Finley watched the scene with softened eyes.

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