The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover - Chapter 292

Chapter 292: She is Our Family
The Presidential Suite at the Imperial Hotel was wrapped in quiet luxury.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, sunlight glinting off glass towers far below.

Plush carpets muted every sound, and the air carried a faint scent of polished wood and fresh flowers arranged on the marble table nearby.

Finley Morgan sat on the cream colored sofa, his posture straight despite the long day.

His phone rested in his palm, the screen lighting up as the call connected.

One by one, familiar faces appeared, filling the screen with a mixture of anticipation and restrained emotion.

“Finley, how is it?” Nicholas Morgan asked immediately, leaning closer to the camera. His eyes were bright, and his voice could not hide his excitement. “Did you meet that person? Who is he?”

Before Finley could answer, another voice joined in. “Is he your aunt’s son?” Theodor Morgan asked, his brows drawn together.

“And is he from Grayenfall?” Nicholas added, barely pausing for breath.

Finley could not help smiling. Seeing his grandparents and father together on the screen filled him with warmth.

They had been waiting since morning, counting the hours, knowing today was the day he would finally meet the person whose DNA matched their family.

“It’s not ‘he’,” Finley said gently, his smile widening. “It’s ‘she’.”

The effect was immediate.

“She?” Nicholas echoed, stunned.

“She is Aunt Giselle’s granddaughter,” Finley continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

Silence fell across the screen.

Finley watched as the expressions of the three elders shifted from confusion to disbelief.

His grandfather’s face paled, while his grandmother’s lips parted slightly, as if the air had been knocked from her chest.

He fixed his gaze on his grandfather. “Grandpa, Aunt Giselle passed away a long time ago.”

Theodor’s hand trembled as he adjusted his glasses. “What?” His voice cracked. “My little sister… she died? Why? She was still young.”

Emma Morgan, Finley’s grandmother, covered her mouth with her hand. “Giselle… my daughter,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “How could this be? Why did she die?”

The screen blurred slightly as Emma’s eyes filled with tears. She tried to hold herself together, but her quiet sob escaped, heavy and raw.

Nicholas reached for her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, his own expression strained with grief.

“This is because of you, Nick. If you hadn’t said those words to her, this wouldn’t have happened!” Emma said, trembling as she began to cry.

“I’m sorry—” Nicholas’ voice faltered as he hugged his wife.

Finley inhaled slowly, steadying himself. He had known this moment would be painful, but seeing it unfold still tightened his chest.

“I will explain everything when I return,” he said softly. “There is a lot to tell. But she lived. Aunt Giselle lived long enough to have a daughter, and that daughter had a child.”

Emma looked up at him through her tears. “Where’s Giselle’s daughter? Did you meet her, too?”

Finley’s expression grew tense as he remembered that Madison had already been dead before they found her.

“Grandma, Aunt Gisell’s daughter also passed away, leaving only her daughter, whom I met earlier,” Finley explained carefully, not wanting to make them even sadder.

The three of them were shocked.

Finley says nothing more, waiting for them to speak.

Nicholas straightened, gradually calming as his shock faded. “Then you must bring her to us,” he said firmly. “We need to see her. She is our family.”

“I will,” Finley responded confidently. “I already talked to her about it. At first, she wasn’t sure, but after I shared a bit about you and grandma, she agreed to meet you…”

The somber mood gradually softened into cautious relief.

“And I will have dinner with her and her husband tonight,” Finley added, trying to lighten the weight of the moment.

“She is married?” Theodor asked sharply.

“Yes,” Finley said with a small smile. “She has a husband. A very handsome one.”

He wanted to tell them about Axel Knight, but it’s better to keep it a secret for now. He had already promised Evelyn not to reveal her identity, so he would wait until their reunion later.

Another silence followed, heavier this time, as if the three elders were lost in their thoughts.

“How old is she now?” Theodor asked at last.

“She is twenty-nine.”

Emma wiped her tears carefully with a handkerchief. “And her life?” she asked quietly. “Is she well? Has she suffered?”

Finley leaned back slightly, his voice softening. “Her past was not easy. She went through a lot. But she is happy now. Truly happy. Her husband loves her deeply, and he comes from a good family. She is safe.”

Emma closed her eyes, releasing a shaky breath. “That is all I want to hear.”

Nicholas nodded. “You did well, Finley.”

They spoke for a few more minutes, discussing arrangements, travel plans, and the possibility of a proper family gathering.

Though grief lingered, it was now mixed with hope, something none of them had expected to feel again after all these years.

When the call finally ended, Finley stared at the blank screen for a moment before lowering his phone.

The suite felt quieter than before.

He rose to his feet and walked toward the window, gazing out at the city.

Somewhere out there, Evelyn was preparing to meet him again tonight, unaware of the emotional storm that had just passed through his family.

He checked his watch. He had an important meeting to attend before dinner.

Straightening his suit jacket, Finley allowed himself a small smile.

Fate had been cruel, but it had also been strangely kind.

After decades of loss, the Morgan family had finally found a piece of what they thought was gone forever.

And he feels grateful to have finally found his aunt’s granddaughter.

Later,

A gentle knock echoed through the suite, breaking the quiet.

“Sir, it’s time,” his secretary said softly as she stepped inside.

Finley nodded. He set his phone in his pocket, smoothed the front of his suit, and took a steady breath before heading out.

His thoughts briefly flickered to Evelyn, then he pushed them aside. Business first.

The meeting room was already prepared, sunlight spilling through the tall windows and reflecting off the polished table.

As Finley stepped inside, he spotted a familiar figure approaching him.

“Mr. Morgan,” Axel greeted, extending his hand with a calm, confident smile.

Finley clasped his hand firmly, returning the smile with ease.

“Axel, no need to be so formal. Just call me Finley. We’re not standing in front of reporters right now.”

Axel chuckled lightly. “That’s a relief. I was afraid I’d have to rehearse my manners.”

Finley laughed, the tension of the day easing almost instantly. “You’re doing fine. Besides, I prefer honest conversations over stiff titles.”

“I can agree with that,” Axel replied, gesturing toward the table. “Shall we? I promise I won’t bore you with endless slides.”

“Good,” Finley said as they took their seats. “Because I left my patience in my other suit.”

Axel raised an eyebrow, amused. “Then I’ll make this quick and worthwhile.”

Finley leaned back slightly, his expression warm but sharp. “I like that confidence. Let’s see if your proposal matches it.”

The atmosphere shifted smoothly into focus, professional yet relaxed.

Two powerful men sat across from each other, not as rivals or strangers, but as allies about to begin a conversation that would shape far more than just business.