The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404: Good News?

Evelyn was just about to answer when hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.

A second later, a small figure appeared, nearly skidding to a stop.

"Grandma!" Oliver shouted, his face lighting up like it was his birthday all over again. "You come!"

He ran straight into Martha’s arms.

"Oh...oh!" she laughed, bending down despite her age and wrapping him in a tight hug. "My goodness! Are you trying to knock Grandma over?"

Oliver giggled. "Daddy says I’m strong now."

"I can see that," Martha said, pulling back to examine him closely. "You’ve grown so much taller! Last time I saw you, you were this height, barely reached my waist." She said, holding her hand at her waist to show Oliver’s height last time she saw him.

"Really? I think that’s because I eat a lot of munchies and drink a lot of milk," Oliver declared proudly. "Especially blueberry muffins and donuts and chocolate milk!"

Evelyn chuckled. "Don’t forget pumpkin pie," she added.

Martha laughed warmly, her eyes glistening as she brushed Oliver’s hair. "Still the same little glutton, I see."

"I’m not little," Oliver protested earnestly. "I’m four..."

"Well then," she said, pretending to think hard, "four deserves an extra blueberry muffin."

Oliver gasped as he turned to see Evelyn, "Mommy, Grandma understands me."

Evelyn watched them with a soft smile, her heart full.

"All right, let’s not keep Grandma standing for too long," Evelyn said warmly, guiding them toward the left wing of the house, where the guest rooms were located.

Martha’s bedroom had been prepared days in advance.

Soft curtains filtered in pale winter light, and a vase of fresh flowers sat neatly on the bedside table. The room felt calm, warm, and safe, exactly what Evelyn had hoped for.

After helping Martha settle onto the sofa, Evelyn watched with fond amusement as the older woman immediately opened one of her bags.

"Oh my," Evelyn laughed. "Did you bring the entire market with you again?"

Martha waved her hand dismissively. "Nonsense. This is just... essentials."

Oliver’s eyes widened when colorful boxes and neatly wrapped packages appeared one after another.

"For me?" he asked, already crawling closer.

"For who else?" Martha teased. "You think I carried all this just to decorate the room?"

Oliver grinned and hugged her leg. "Grandma, you’re the best."

"I know," she said proudly. "Now sit. Let me look at you properly."

They sat together on the sofa, Oliver between Martha and Evelyn, surrounded by snacks and toys.

"So," Martha said, adjusting her shawl, "how’s life in the Valley? Grayenfall has been terribly cold lately. The beach looks beautiful, but the wind cuts straight through your bones."

Evelyn nodded. "It’s warmer in the Valley. Still cold, but nothing like Grayenfall. Oliver insists on playing outside every morning anyway."

"I’m strong," Oliver declared. "Daddy said cold makes people brave."

Martha laughed softly. "Then you must be one fearless boy now."

Oliver proudly nods while saying, "I am. And I can play piano better, too."

"Oh?" Martha leaned closer. "Show me how much better."

Once Oliver left, the room grew quieter. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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