The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 395: It’s a Match!

The sleek black car cut through the countryside road, its engine humming low and steady as it sped toward the Farm.

Inside, Axel sat rigidly in the back seat, his posture calm but his grip on his cell phone anything but. His fingers clenched firmly around the device, with his thumb hovering over the screen, as if sheer force of will could make it ring.

It didn’t.

The silence stretched, heavy and irritating. The road blurred past the tinted windows, yet Axel barely noticed the scenery. His eyes flicked down to the screen again. Still no call from Collins.

His jaw tightened.

By the time the car slowed and finally came to a stop in front of the main building at the heart of the Farm, the call still hadn’t come through.

Axel’s brow furrowed as he stared at the phone with sharp intensity. It stubbornly remained silent.

"Boss, we have arrived."

Liam’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Axel lifted his head and looked through the windshield.

The familiar structure of the Farm stood before him, guarded, quiet, and efficient as ever.

A few of his team leaders were already waiting outside, standing straight the moment they spotted him.

Axel stepped out of the car, his presence alone enough to shift the atmosphere.

"Boss."

Anthony, the tracker team leader, greeted him respectfully and moved aside to clear a path.

Axel acknowledged him with a brief nod and began walking toward the building without slowing. "Anthony," he asked, his voice calm but direct, "is he asleep?"

Anthony fell into step beside him.

"No, sir. Ethan has been waiting for you since he finished his lunch." He paused, then added, "The doctor just left a few minutes ago."

"That’s fine," Axel replied casually. "I’m here to see him, not the doctor."

They headed toward the back wing, to the medical facility, their footsteps echoing softly down the pristine corridor.

Axel’s mind remained split in two. One half was still waiting for Collins’ call, for the person who sent the assassin to kill Ethan. The other half was already preparing for the conversation ahead, tell Ethan about the DNA result.

Just as they passed one of the recovery rooms, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Sir, welcome."

Axel halted mid-step and turned toward the voice. Standing a few feet away was Ryan.

At first glance, it was hard to believe Ryan had been injured only weeks ago. He stood tall, shoulders squared, color back in his face, his posture sharp and disciplined. The bandages were gone, replaced by quiet determination in his eyes.

"How is your condition?"

"Sir, never better," Ryan answered without hesitation. Then, with a slight clench of his jaw, he added, "I’m ready to return to my position guarding Madam and the young master."

Axel’s eyes narrowed just a fraction.

He slowly looked Ryan up and down, his gaze clinical, assessing every detail. The man’s stance was steady, his breathing controlled, but Axel had learned long ago that pride often healed faster than bodies.

"We’ll see," Axel said finally.

He reached out and gave Ryan’s shoulder a firm pat, not unkind, but unmistakably authoritative. "Focus on recovery first."

Ryan straightened even more. "Yes, sir."

Axel didn’t linger. He turned and continued toward the medical wing, Anthony following close behind.

As they approached Ethan’s room, Axel felt his phone vibrate in his hand.

His steps slowed for half a second.

He glanced down.

Still no call. Just a system notification.

Axel exhaled quietly through his nose, a mix of irritation and restraint. Collins was taking too long, and he didn’t like waiting when too many variables were in motion.

Anthony noticed the subtle shift in his expression but wisely said nothing.

"Sir," Anthony spoke as they reached the door, lowering his voice, "Ethan’s inside."

Axel slipped his phone into his pocket, his expression returning to its usual cold composure.

"Good," Axel said calmly. "I don’t like to keep people waiting."

When the door swung open, Axel saw Ethan already sitting on the bed, leaning back against the raised headrest. He looked far more relaxed than he had the day before; the sharp edge of pain softened into something manageable.

If not for the faint bruising on his forehead, he could have passed for someone enjoying an inconvenient vacation in this sterile medical room.

Ethan lifted his gaze and smiled faintly. "Sorry to make you come all the way here, Boss. I promise I didn’t plan this vacation."

"You look better," Axel said as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, sealing the room into a private space meant only for the two of them.

"That’s because they feed me with excellent, healthy food," Ethan replied dryly. "Nothing heals the soul faster than tasteless soup."

Axel huffed a quiet laugh before his expression turned serious. He stopped beside the bed, his eyes steady as they settled on Ethan’s face. "We got the DNA test result."

The humor slipped away instantly.

Ethan straightened slightly, his playful demeanor dissolving as his fingers curled tightly against his lap. He didn’t speak, only waited, his jaw tightening as if bracing for impact.

Axel didn’t drag it out. "It’s a match."

"Match..." The word barely escaped Ethan’s lips. His hand clenched harder, knuckles whitening, but he remained silent.

For a moment, Axel said nothing, allowing Ethan the space to breathe through emotions he didn’t yet know how to name. Then, in a measured, steady voice, Axel continued.

"Your mother’s name is Martha Davis," he said gently. "She’s alive. Your father passed away not long after you went missing in the Sunflower Country. It was sudden. She was left alone."

Ethan’s gaze dropped to the blanket, his lashes casting shadows beneath his eyes.

"She lives in Willowcrest, Grayenfall," Axel went on. "She never left that house. Refused to move. Everyone told her to start over, but she didn’t."

After a brief pause, Axel added, "She believed you weren’t dead. She said you’d come home someday... And you only know the family house in Willowcrest."