The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover - Chapter 288

Chapter 288: Did They Make Any Mistakes?
‘Would he be a stranger? A politician? A wealthy businessman? Someone dangerous? Someone powerful enough to avoid identification?’

Evelyn found her mind swirling with thoughts, and a nervous twist formed in her stomach.

She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone.

For a moment, she considered texting Axel.

But she stopped herself. He was waiting outside with Oliver. She didn’t want him worrying more than he already was.

Instead, she placed her phone face down and squeezed her eyes shut.

‘Please let this be good,’ she whispered to herself. ‘Please let this be something I can accept.’

The room remained still, too still. Even the faint hum of the air conditioner sounded loud.

Her heartbeat echoed in her ears.

Her gaze shifted back to the door again.

And finally, the door swung open—

The moment the door opened, Evelyn instinctively straightened her posture, preparing herself for anything.

Anything but this.

Her eyes widened, and her breath caught when she recognized that man standing there.

Finley Morgan.

Her client. The presidential candidate. The man she had seen at Maxime’s funeral. The man whose handshake she had once considered painfully firm. The man whose entire security detail was practically allergic to smiles.

For one terrifying second, she thought she was hallucinating.

‘No way! Impossible!’

She blinked a few times. But Finley Morgan remained in the doorway, frozen just like her.

He looked equally stunned, his usually sharp, composed expression gone. His eyes, which generally looked focused and unreadable, were wide with disbelief.

It’s not only Evelyn who is shocked. But Finley Morgan, too, had a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.

‘Evelyn Knight? Axel Knight’s wife? The woman all over the news? And this woman was his aunt’s granddaughter? The granddaughter they spent years trying to find?’

‘The granddaughter whose DNA match had caused chaos in the Morgan family group chat for the past seventy-two hours? And she was… this Evelyn?’

Among all the women possible, he never thought the person they were searching for was this close.

Finley Morgan was utterly speechless. He saw Evelyn’s mouth open, but no sound came out. She looks as if her brain were still rebooting.

After another minute had passed, Finley was the one who finally moved.

He cleared his throat quietly and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Mrs. Knight,” he greeted, though even his usually steady voice wavered. “Or… Evelyn.”

Hearing her name snapped her out of her daze.

“Mr. Morgan?” she whispered, as if saying it softly might make him vanish. But of course, he didn’t vanish.

He offered an awkward smile. “It seems we are… related.” He gestured to the seats. “May I?”

Evelyn nodded stiffly. “Please.”

They sat across from each other. The silence between them was thick with shock, curiosity, and a hint of panic.

Evelyn’s heart thumped wildly. Her mind keeps replaying a sentence she can’t stop: ‘Heaven! Finley Morgan? From all people, I thought, and this man? Did they make any mistakes?’

Finley observed her thoroughly, waiting patiently for her to speak. But after a few more minutes, Evelyn only looked at him silently.

Finally, he exhaled. “Well… this is unexpected.”

Evelyn finally found her voice, barely more than a whisper. “Is it really you? The man whose DNA matches mine?”

Finley nodded, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, that is right. Our DNA matches, and it is real.”

Her hand pressed against her chest as if she could steady the rhythm of her heart. ‘So, it is true…? Is this man my mother’s family? My family?’

“I know this must be a shock,” Finley added gently.

He observed her carefully, noticing how her shoulders stiffened and her gaze lowered to the floor, as if making eye contact could break whatever small composure she still maintained.

“Just like you, I was also shocked,” he continued. His voice lowered, carrying a mix of disbelief and something softer. “I never imagined the woman sitting here would be my aunt’s granddaughter.”

That sentence snapped through the fog in her mind. Evelyn’s head lifted instantly. Their eyes met, and her breath seemed to stop.

“T-Tell me,” she stammered, her voice trembling, “please… tell me about my grandma.”

Finley exhaled slowly, as if preparing himself to tear open old memories.

“Giselle Morgan. That is her name.” His expression shifted, the confidence he carried as a presidential candidate melting into a vulnerable honesty. “She is my father’s twin sister. Something happened in the family many years ago. A terrible fight. Hurtful words. I wasn’t born yet when that happened…”

He paused, a shadow crossing over his eyes before he forced himself to continue.

“She ran away. She cut ties with all of us. No warnings. No explanations. She simply disappeared. My father searched for years. My grandfather hired people to look for her. But she was gone as if the earth swallowed her. We never found a trace of her.”

His voice cracked slightly, not enough to be dramatic, but enough to reveal the quiet ache he had carried for years.

Evelyn felt the air leave her lungs. She blinked rapidly, trying to steady her vision as tears threatened to rise.

‘Giselle. My grandmother’s name was really Giselle…’ Evelyn thought.

The world seemed to stop beneath her. Her fingers curled against her knees, grounding herself.

All this time, she had thought she was chasing a ghost. Her entire life, she knew only Taylor.

When she tried to dig into her grandfather’s identity, everything had pointed to dead ends. Fake documents. Altered records. A family tree cut down to nothing but a stump.

She had taken the DNA test, expecting nothing or, worse, expecting a connection to something dark. A terrible family. A dangerous history.

Something she should have stayed away from.

And she never imagined sitting across from Finley Morgan, the man she knew as a client… and one of the most watched political figures of the country.

She never imagined hearing him speak about Giselle… Her grandmother.

Her throat tightened painfully.

And this man looked at her with a tenderness she was not prepared for.

Before she was able to say anything, suddenly he spoke again, “Evelyn, I… I do not know what you are thinking right now. And I do not want to overwhelm you. But when I saw you in person, I felt something shift. A door opened after years of believing it was sealed.”