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The call ended.
Evelyn lowered the phone slowly, her thoughts racing.
“Axel, asked Aunty Martha DNA sample? Why?”
Her mind can’t stop thinking. Because she knew Axel never moved without reason.
Something was happening behind the scenes. And when a thought shed through her mind, she felt her heart beat faster.
“He seriously found a clue about Noah?” Evelyn muttered while opening her messaging app and scrolled to Axel’s name.
Thest message she had sent was hours ago and went unanswered.
A faint smile tugged at her lips, though her eyes were sharp with curiosity and
concern.
She typed:
“Hubby<i>, </i><i>did </i>you forget <i>to </i>call me?<i>” </i>
Then she leaned back in her chair, staring out the window at the valley below, her heart tightened with anticipation.
It didn’t take long.
Evelyn’s cell phone vibrated softly against the desk, pulling her attention away from the valley outside her window. She nced down and saw a new message.
<i>“I’m </i>sorry<i>, </i><i>my </i><i>wife</i>. <i>Still </i>handling some business <i>here</i>. <i>I </i><i>will </i><i>call </i><i>you </i><i>right </i>away <i>after </i>finishing this matter.<i>” </i>From: <i>Hubby </i>
Evelyn frowned,
“Huh?” she muttered under her breath, rereading the message. “This is new!?”
She leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowing slightly as suspicion crept in uninvited into her mind.
“Usually, Axel calls me immediately,” she murmured. “No matter what kind of mess he’s buried in. But now… just a text?”
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She stared at the screen for a few seconds longer than necessary, then let out a quiet sigh. Overthinking wouldn’t help. If there was one thing she’d learned after marrying Axel Knight, it was that his silences were rarely simple and never idental.
Still, she didn’t want to think about it.
She typed a short reply.
<i>“</i><i>Okay</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
After sending it, she ced her phone face down on the desk as if daring it to vibrate again. Then she pushed herself up carefully, adjusting her bnce before standing fully.
“Enough,” she told herself. “Distract first. Worryter.”
Naturally, her feet carried her toward Oliver.
As she approached his yroom, her hand barely touched the door before it suddenly swung open from the inside.
A small figure appeared, eyes wide, hair slightly messy, and cheeks flushed with
excitement.
“Mommy!” Oliver eximed. “How do you know I’m looking for you?”
Evelyn blinked, thenughed softly. She leaned in closer to him and patted his head.
“Because I can feel when my little Oliver needs something.”
His face lit up as she had just revealed a superpower.
“That’s amazing, Mom…” he dered earnestly, as ifmitting the information to memory. Then he grabbed her hand with enthusiasm. “Mom, let’s go to my piano room. This time, I’ll y two beautiful songs for you so you can heal faster.”
Evelyn gasped dramatically.
“Two songs?” she said, pressing a hand to her chest. “Wow. This is an honor, my son. Alright, let’s go…”
She allowed him to pull her toward the stairs. Oliver slowed immediately, ncing back at her with a stern little frown that didn’t belong on such a young face.
“Slowly, Mom,” he said carefully. “Don’t walk too fast on the stairs. Your knee will hurt.”
Evelyn froze for half a second.
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That tone. That concerned gaze.
For a brief, surreal moment, she felt like she was walking beside Axel instead of her four–year–old son.
She chuckled and gently squeezed Oliver’s hand.
“Thank you, little Doctor Oliver. Mommy will obediently follow your instructions.”
He nodded, clearly pleased with the title, and supervised her every step down as if her life depended on it.
By the time they reached the first floor, Evelyn was already amused and a little
emotional.
Laura appeared just then, walking toward them with her usual calm grace.
“Madam,” Laura greeted with a slight bow. Her eyes softened when she saw Oliver. “Are we going to hear the young master’s piano concert?”
Oliver puffed out his chest. “Yes. A once–in–a–lifetime concert.”
Laura smiled. “Oh dear, that sounds great. I must not miss it then.”
“Hm,” Evelyn agreed lightly. “This will be fun.”
The three of them entered the piano room together.
Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the polished ck piano. Jimmy and Oliver’s piano teacher was already waiting inside, standing respectfully near the instrument.
Oliver climbed onto the bench casually, his small fingers hovering above the keys. Evelyn and Laura settled onto the sofa in the corner, their attention entirely on him.
The first notes filled the room.
It wasn’t perfect. A few keys were hit too hard, a few transitions were clumsy, but it was heartfelt, earnest, and full of effort. Evelyn’s lips curved into a gentle smile as she listened.
However, before the first song could even finish, Jimmy suddenly approached her, his expression apologetic.
He leaned down and whispered, “Madam, I’ve just received a text from the master.”
Evelyn’s smile faltered slightly. “Axel?”
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“Yes,” Jimmy nodded. “He said he called you, but you didn’t answer. So he asked me to
check on you.”
“Oh my,” Evelyn said, eyes widening. Sheughed quietly. “Ipletely forgot. My phone is in the study room.”
She nced toward Oliver, who was intensely focused on his ying, utterly unaware of the adult tension unfolding behind him.
“Jimmy,” she said softly, “can you take it for me?”
“Of course, Madam,” Jimmy replied without hesitation.
As he turned to leave, Evelyn leaned back against the sofa, her amusement slowly fading into something more thoughtful.
Axel had called, and she could barely keep herself from blurting out the question burning on her tongue.
Her fingers curled lightly against her palm as the soft piano music continued to echo through the room, warm, innocent, and entirely at odds with the restless knot forming in her chest.
Oliver’s small hands moved nearly smoothly across the keys with an undivided concentration, each note carrying pride andfort she desperately needed.
When Jimmy returned with her phone, Evelyn epted it with a grateful nod.
She quietly slipped out of the piano room, careful not to interrupt Oliver’s performance, and settled onto a nearby sofa in the living room before making the call.
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<strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.