The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 390: Suspicious?

Just as he reached out toward Evelyn, a voice sounded behind him.

"Young master, what happened?" Laura asked, alarmed. "Why do you look so panicked?"

Oliver turned to her urgently.

"Aunty Laura, come here, hurry!" he whispered loudly, waving her over. "Mommy looks pale. She’s sleeping in the wrong place. This is suspicious."

Laura quickly joined him, crouching beside the sofa. "Suspicious? Let me see..."

Oliver gently placed his small hand on Evelyn’s forehead, his touch careful and serious.

"Oh, no, my mommy’s feeling a little cold," he said casually. "Or maybe just a normal cold. I don’t really get it yet... We should ask uncle or aunty doctor."

Despite the tension, Laura almost smiled as she looked at how adorable he was now.

"She must be exhausted, young master," Laura said softly after checking Evelyn’s breathing. "She’s just sleeping."

Oliver didn’t relax immediately. He leaned closer to Evelyn and whispered, "Mommy, if you’re pretending to sleep, please blink."

Evelyn stirred slightly, her brows knitting together.

Oliver gasped in relief. "See! She moved. She’s alive."

Laura covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

Still, Oliver straightened his small shoulders, determination shining in his eyes.

"Aunty Laura, alright, let’s just allow mommy to sleep here. But..." His voice sounded serious, "We should tell Daddy later. Just in case. Because Mommy is very important."

Laura nodded warmly. "Yes, young master. Madam is very important."

Oliver stayed by Evelyn’s side, his hand still resting protectively on her arm, guarding her like a tiny knight.

Then—

"Young master, while waiting for madam to wake up, do you want anything?" Laura asked in a low tone, worried about waking Evelyn.

"Anything?"

"I mean, munchies or your iPad?"

His eyes beamed as if he had just stared at the star. "Munchies and warm milk!" he said happily.

"Okay, young master," Laura made an OK sign with her hand and left for the kitchen.

It didn’t take long for Laura to return with a tray full of munchies and a glass of warm milk.

The twinkle in Oliver’s eyes hadn’t faded one bit as he happily munched on his snack.

Sitting cross-legged on the rug, he held the cheese puff with both hands as if it were a priceless treasure.

Every bite was followed by a soft crunch and a very satisfied hum, the kind only children could make when life felt absolutely perfect.

He was so immersed in his munchies that he didn’t notice the pair of eyes fixed on him from the sofa.

"Sweetheart."

Evelyn’s voice cut gently through his concentration.

Oliver startled, his head snapping toward her, cheeks slightly puffed.

Evelyn smiled at him, her hair a little messy from sleep. "That cheese puff looks very yummy."

Panicked, Oliver swallowed the cheese puff in his mouth far too quickly, his eyes widening as if he had been caught committing a crime.

"Mommy, try it," he said earnestly, reaching for the tray. "This is the snack Grandma Alice brought me. It’s so yummy."

"Really?" Evelyn asked, raising a brow.

"Hm. Try. Try, Mommy," he insisted, pushing the snack closer. "You will like it too."

Evelyn stifled a laugh at his seriousness. She straightened slightly and picked up half of a cheese puff, examining it closely. Then she popped it into her mouth.

Her eyes lit up. "Wow," she said dramatically. "This puff melts in my mouth."

Oliver beamed.

"You are right, sweetheart," she continued warmly. "This is delicious. We should ask Grandma to buy more for us. What do you think?"

"Yes!" Oliver nodded vigorously. "Hurry, call her."

Evelyn laughed, the sound soft and genuine, unable to resist her son’s enthusiasm. "Not now, Sweetheart. We will call her later."

For a moment, everything felt light and peaceful as they enjoyed the cheese puff.

But then Oliver tilted his head, his brows pulling together as his gaze flicked toward the sofa.

"Mom," he asked slowly, "why do you sleep here?"

Her laughter faded just a little.

Evelyn hesitated. Truthfully, she didn’t quite know the answer herself. After talking to Axel, her body had betrayed her. The tension she’d been holding loosened, her eyes grew heavy, and before she knew it, sleep had claimed her right there on the sofa.

She brushed it off with a casual shrug. "Maybe I was exhausted after training with my personal trainer this morning."

Oliver nodded slowly, as if processing this grave information.

His face scrunched up in concentration, lips pursed, eyes thoughtful.

Then, suddenly, his expression brightened again, excitement sparkling in his round eyes.

"Mommy," he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially, "I have an idea."

Evelyn leaned closer to him, already bracing herself with his idea. "Let’s hear your idea," she replied, amused and wary all at once.

Oliver finished his milk with a loud slurp, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and then turned to her.

"Because Mommy is exhausted... How about we call Daddy? And ask him to return home faster, so he can ask Uncle Doctor to check on you?"

Evelyn froze.

For a brief moment, she was utterly speechless. Of all the ideas her four-year-old could come up with, this one was the most dangerous.

Absolutely not.

She shook her head quickly, forcing a gentle smile.

"No need, sweetheart. Let’s not bother Daddy. He is working on something critical right now."

Oliver frowned. Clearly, he disagreed with his mother.

"Critical... Like saving the world?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah. I think it is something like that," Evelyn said smoothly. "If we call him now, he might not be able to finish his job to save the world."

Oliver nodded again, slowly. Then his face turned serious in a way that made Evelyn brace herself.

"Mommy, don’t lie. I’m not a baby anymore. Saving the world is Superman’s Job. I think I know what happened. I know if Daddy can’t finish his job," he began carefully, "he won’t get money."

Evelyn’s lips twitched.

"And if he won’t get money," Oliver continued, eyes widening, "I can’t feed my horse and pony. Right?"

She burst out laughing.

"Yes, yes," Evelyn said, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "You are a genius. You’re smart enough to figure that out."

Oliver puffed up proudly, his chest sticking out as he reached for another snack, this time a potato chip.

"Of course I know," he said confidently. "I heard it from Uncle Oscar."

Evelyn nearly choked.