The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405: We Found Noah

Evelyn squeezed Martha’s hand, feeling how cold it had become. "Yes, Axel found—"

She halted long enough for Martha to slowly ask in a calm, almost whisper-like voice, "Found what?"

"Aunty, don’t be surprised, all right..." Evelyn’s eyes lit up with happiness as she gazed at Martha’s shocked expression. "Axel, he found Noah."

Silence lingered for a few more seconds before Martha gasped, too shocked by what she heard.

Then—

"Evelyn," she whispered, gripping her hand tightly now, "please, please dear...don’t joke with me. I’m old. My heart is not strong enough for jokes like this."

Evelyn forced a small smile, though her own eyes had begun to sting. "I promise you, Aunty. I would never joke about Noah. Axel really found him. And I... I already met him."

The room remained wrapped in silence for a long moment, so fragile it felt as though even breathing too loudly might shatter it.

Evelyn stayed still, her hand resting over Martha’s, offering warmth and reassurance without pressing for words.

At last, Martha broke the silence.

"Eve..." Her voice trembled, thin and unsteady. "You really met him? My...My Noah?" She swallowed hard, fighting the sob lodged in her throat. "You really saw my son?"

"Yes, Aunty," Evelyn replied softly, tightening her grip just a little. "I met him."

Martha’s eyes filled instantly. She lifted her other hand to cover her mouth, as if afraid the sound of her own happiness might escape too loudly. "He’s... he’s really still alive?" she whispered. "My Noah... alive?"

"Yes," Evelyn said, her own vision blurring. "Yes, Aunty. He is alive."

That was all it took.

Martha let out a broken sound, somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and tears streamed freely down her cheeks. She shook her head again and again, as if trying to convince herself this wasn’t a dream cruel enough to vanish the moment she woke.

Evelyn couldn’t hold back anymore either. Tears slid down her face as she watched the joy bloom in Martha’s eyes, bright and overwhelming. For the first time since she had known her, the grief that had always lingered behind her smile finally loosened its grip.

"Thank God..." Martha whispered, her shoulders trembling, but her voice was stern. "Thank God... My son is alive! My son is alive!"

She gripped Evelyn’s hands tightly.

"Tell me about him," she pleaded. "What does he look like now? Is he tall? Does he still have his father’s eyes? Is he... is he healthy?"

Evelyn smiled through her tears. "He’s tall," she said gently. "Very tall. And yes, he has your husband’s eyes. The same gaze. When he looks at you, you’ll recognize it immediately."

Martha let out a soft, watery laugh. "I knew it," she murmured. "I always said he would grow taller than his father."

"He’s healthy," Evelyn continued carefully. "Strong. He lives in another city now, and he has a good life. He’s... doing well."

"Another city..." Martha repeated quietly. Then she looked up, confusion flickering across her features. "Is he married? Does he have children?"

Evelyn shook her head. "No, Aunty. He isn’t married. He doesn’t have children."

Martha nodded slowly, absorbing the information. For a brief moment, her expression softened with relief. But then something darker crept into her gaze.

"Then..." Martha’s voice wavered. "Why does he never come home?"

The question hung heavily in the air.

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