The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover - Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Happy Birthday, Oliver!
Martha turned to Evelyn, grinning like a child caught red-handed.

They both burst into laughter as Evelyn walked over to hug her warmly.

“It’s so good to see you again, Aunty Martha…” she said softly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Martha replied, brushing Evelyn’s hair affectionately. “You look beautiful, and this little one is growing faster than weeds after the rain. I swear, I just saw him not long ago, and now he’s practically a young man. A handsome one.”

Evelyn smiled fondly. “You mean a young chaos maker machine.”

Oliver puffed out his chest proudly. “I’m four now, Granny, Mommy. I’m not chaos. I’ve grown up. I know how to behave, even though sometimes it’s boring.”

After a few more laughs, Evelyn introduced Martha to the rest of the family and guests, making sure everyone felt comfortable.

Martha, as always, charmed the room effortlessly. Within minutes, she was chatting with Eleanor and teasing Axel’s grandfather as if they’d known each other for years.

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Soon enough, they all move to the birthday venue since the living room doesn’t have enough space to gather everyone.

The long dining table gleamed beneath the golden afternoon light spilling through the high glass windows.

Everyone had found their seats, though not necessarily where the host expected them to be. Axel’s grandparents sat close to Aunt Martha and Alicia.

Evelyn noticed how naturally the generations mixed… elders on one side, younger guests and business friends on the other.

Axel had placed himself beside her. At the same time, their son, the birthday boy Oliver, sat excitedly and proudly at the head of the table, his small legs dangling off the chair.

He looked entirely too VIP for a four-year-old, as if he were aware of the authority nuances of sitting at the head of the table.

Across from him sat Oscar, Joseph, and Jackson Axel’s close friends and trusted allies, each bringing their own flavor to the table.

Conversations overlapped, laughter rolled, and occasionally, a curious silence fell when Oliver spoke.

“So I got a horse, and its name is Cloud…” Oliver announced with a proud smile.

He continued with his innocent-serious tone, “And the pony is Browny. Browny’s faster, but Cloud is taller. You can see the picture over there…” He pointed out the decor in the corner.

The other smiled, hearing his serious tone.

Even Axel’s grandparents smiled warmly.

Aunt Martha teased, “So which one do you love more, sweetheart?”

Oliver frowned in concentration.

“Both. But Browny listens better. Cloud’s a bit…serious. Like Daddy.”

That made the whole table laugh.

Axel shook his head with a small smile, pretending to be deeply offended while Evelyn bit her lip to hold back her laughter.

Jackson leaned toward Oscar, whispering just loud enough for Axel to hear, “Looks like the kid already understands his father’s personality.”

Oscar chuckled. “Sharp boy. Got it from his mother, I bet.”

Axel’s only response was a wry smirk before he took a sip of his wine.

The chatter softened as the servers began to move around the room, bringing in the dishes… steaming plates of roasted beef, buttered vegetables, and warm rolls.

Once everything was placed neatly, Axel stood, lightly tapping his glass with a spoon.

The sound drew the room to silence.

“First of all,” Axel started, his voice deep and composed, “thank you all for coming. Today, we have a special reason to gather… celebrating our son Oliver Taylor Knight’s fourth birthday.”

Axel’s eyes softened as he looked at his son, who sat grinning proudly at his audience.

Then, he continued, “It means a lot to have both our families and friends here to share this day with us.”

Polite applause followed, mixed with cheerful whistles from his friends.

“Happy Birthday, Little Oliver…” Oscar shouted as he raised his glass.

And the others began following and congratulating him.

Evelyn feels overwhelmed with happiness, her heart warm as she looks at Axel and Oliver.

Then came the cake.

A massive two-tier cake rolled in, topped with miniature fondant horses and a tiny figure that looked suspiciously like Oliver.

When everyone began singing the birthday song, Oliver’s smile widened, but his eyes remained fixed on the candle.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Evelyn encouraged gently. “Make a wish.”

Oliver looked thoughtful for a moment before whispering, “I want a baby sister.”

The entire room burst into laughter.

Axel nearly choked. “Hold on there, buddy. That’s not something we can order like dessert.”

Oliver blinked. He ignores his father and blows out the candles. It took him three attempts and one dramatic puff of air that made the flames sputter stubbornly before giving up.

Lunch was served, and soon, the sound of clinking cutlery filled the room.

The mood turned cozy again, the earlier laughter melting into the gentle hum of conversation.

Evelyn helped Oliver cut his steak into smaller bites while Axel poured juice into his glass.

Across the table, Axel’s grandmother smiled fondly. “He’s such a bright child, Evelyn. You must be proud.”

“I am,” Evelyn said softly. “He started reading when he was three. He loves horses, and now he’s obsessed with music. He insists on playing the piano every day.”

For a moment, everything felt perfectly balanced, light, warm, and full of unspoken affection.

Oliver’s laughter carried through the room, and even the older guests couldn’t stop smiling.

When the meal drew to a close, servants began clearing the plates while coffee and dessert were served.

The elders—Axel’s grandparents, Aunt Martha, Alicia, and Stella—slowly made their way back to the living room. Oliver followed, proudly carrying a slice of cake for his great-grandmother.

Evelyn lingered behind for a moment, her gaze sweeping across the table.

She saw that Axel had now joined his friends; he was still deep in conversation with Dylan and a man she had never seen before.

The three of them were discussing something that seemed very serious. There was that quiet intensity and sternness in Axel’s eyes again.

Evelyn sighed softly. She didn’t want to interrupt, so she decided to join the others in the living room.

But before Evelyn could take a step, Joseph called her. “Evelyn, wait a second.”

She turned.

Joseph was approaching, his expression serious but polite. “Can we talk for a moment? Just the two of us.”

“Now?” She asked. Hesitated.

“Yes. It won’t take long,” he assured her.