Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Protecting me like this?

Chapter 315: Protecting me like this?

Evelina finally revealed the truth about Antoine’s death to everyone.

She turned to Fiona with a guilt in her eyes.

“I never imagined Vladimir would discover that I was married to Alekis.

After that, I never returned to Italy because I believed that staying away from all of you was the only way to keep you safe.” Roderick’s patience snapped like a frayed thread.

He had never felt a strong attachment to his grandmother for various reasons, and now, she had given him yet another reason to sever any remaining ties.

“Are you serious?

My father died because of you and you’ve to say this to us!

Why didn’t you think of this before entering this family?” “Rick, stay quiet,” Alekis told him.

“I’m not going to stay quiet, Grandpa,” Roderick said sternly and turned his gaze to Evelina.

“My father died when I was in school while my mother turned into a widow.

I always blamed my uncle for taking away my father, not knowing that he was also a target of this attack.

Why didn’t you tell the truth to us?

Vladimir could have been caught earlier.

Now, I understand why Uncle always hated you.

You deserve to be hated.

Because of you, our family has destroyed.” Roderick’s words kept turning harsher.

“Since I’ve admitted my fault, I will leave now,” Evelina said.

“Who said you could leave?” Lucius turned to look at her.

“You are coming with me,” he said.

“Lucius, what are you doing?” Alekis frowned.

“What I would have done a long time ago if only I knew the truth,” Lucius pronounced.

“You were too soft on my mother, but I won’t be.” He glanced at Evelina and walked to her.

Holding her hand, he continued, “Mrs.

Evelina Johnson will give the testimony to the police and this case will reopen.” Alekis opened his mouth to speak.

However, Roderick spoke, “I will come accompany you, Uncle.” “No.

I don’t want anyone else to accompany me,” Lucius refused firmly.

His decision was purely for safety reasons-he couldn’t afford to give Vladimir even the slightest advantage over him.

“Lucius, this case was closed a long time ago,” Alekis interjected with a concerned tone.

“It’s better if you don’t go out now.

I knew the truth.

I knew Vladimir could harm me or my family.

Please, listen to me and stay inside.” “Grandpa, why are you-” Lucius started, but Alekis cut him off.

“Because Antoine isn’t coming back,” he declared with a sorrowful voice.

“And I don’t want to lose your uncle to him either.

The security personnel stationed outside the mansion warned me earlier this evening-no one should leave until Vladimir is caught.” He hoped Lucius would heed to his advice and silent pleading behind it.

Layla watched Lucius anxiously, waiting to see what he would decide.

She could only hope he would listen to Alekis.

Lucius exhaled sharply, then gently released his mother’s hand.

“Then, I must call the police here,” he decided.

Walking over to the table where the landline rested, he picked up the receiver and quickly dialed Zayne’s number.

He waited, but the call went unanswered.

Frowning, he immediately dialed the number of the nearest police station, unwilling to waste any more time.

Informing the police about it, he rested the phone back and glanced at Evelina.

“I forgot to ask you an important question.

Did you ever talk to Vladimir Romanov after that incident?” he asked.

“No,” Evelina lied to him.

“My head is heavy from all the journey.

I would like to rest for some time,” she said.

“Layla, it would be better if you show me a room.” Layla hummed and asked for a servant to bring the trolley bag to the guest room near the swimming area.

As she walked away with Evelina, Alekis looked at Fiona, who was wiping her tears.

“Dad, I didn’t expect you to lie to me,” Lucius murmured with an upsetting and low voice before walking out of the mansion.

Demitri followed him, telling Roger and Aiden to stay behind.

Lucius walked through the long pavement and stopped when he heard the footsteps.

Turning his head over his shoulder, he found Demitri behind him.

“I want to be alone,” he said.

“I know.

But I have tell you something important,” Demitri asserted.

“What is it?” Lucius turned to him, facing him fully.

“Did Layla tell you about the mole?” Demitri asked him.

“No,” Lucius replied.

“Zayne’s girlfriend, June Korlosky, was the mole.

Tsar had sent her here a long time to target us.

She is the one who broke into my house.

Zayne must be broken, so when you turn better, you should talk to him.

I know I shouldn’t be talking about him at this time, but you always considered Zayne your younger brother and tried to keep him away from all of this mess.” “Thank you for sharing this with me.

I will surely meet Zayne soon,” Lucius replied.

“Hmm.

Also, I hope you’ve finally found peace,” Demitri said.

“Don’t blame yourself for what happened to Antoine and Matteo.” Lucius let out a bitter sigh.

“I’m just confused about how Matteo knew that my real father was Vladimir Romanov… and about Tsar too,” he muttered, his mind tangled in unanswered questions.

“Did Tsar never tell you?” Demitri asked, slightly surprised.

“Besides, does it even matter anymore?” “It does matter,” Lucius said firmly.

His grip tightened at his sides as he continued, “Antoine and Matteo spoke on the day of the accident.

I think my brother knew the truth-that Vladimir was my father-and he told Matteo to make sure I never found out.” Demitri stiffened at the revelation, falling silent.

After a brief pause, he finally spoke.

“If that’s true, then…” His words trailed off, unable to complete his thought.

“Then they did me wrong,” Lucius finished for him.

“I could have stopped all of this.

Just like my mother, they kept me in the dark.

And for what?

What was the point of protecting me like this?” His voice wavered slightly.

“Can I even live a normal life now?” Demitri observed him in silence, realizing just how deeply the truth had broken him.

And in that moment, he understood why some truths were better left buried.

Lucius turned around and disappeared from Demitri’s sight soon.

~~~~~ “Layla, do you see now why I asked you to convince Lucius to leave the mafia world?” Evelina asked, setting down her glass of water.

“Lucius will never find peace now.

The truth will haunt him every day, tearing him apart piece by piece.

I thought I could protect him this way, but now… Now, I wonder if I should have just given him to Vladimir long ago.” Layla remained silent, lowering her gaze, unable to respond.

Evelina exhaled sharply before continuing, “Do you really think Vladimir will be caught?

He’s unbeatable, Layla.

With Tsar in custody, he won’t rest until he destroys every single one of you.

And Lucius… he won’t be able to fight him.

No one can.” Her voice dropped to a murmur, as if she had already accepted the inevitable.

“Then shouldn’t you try to save your son?” Layla asked.

Evelina looked at her with hollow eyes.

“That’s exactly what I was trying to do,” she said.

“No.

You were running away all this time,” Layla countered.

“A mother will do anything to save her child.

Her love is unbeatable when it comes to protecting her own.

If you truly care for Lucius, then help me catch Vladimir.” Evelina’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Help you?

How?” she asked, skepticism evident in her tone.

Before Layla could answer, Evelina’s phone rang.

She paused, reaching into her purse to retrieve it.

The moment she saw the number flashing on the screen, her expression changed-her eyes widened in shock.

Layla immediately noticed.

“Who is it?” she questioned, watching Evelina closely.

Evelina hesitated for a moment before replying, “No one.” Without another word, she declined the call and put the phone away.

“Don’t lie,” Layla pressed, stepping closer.

Her gaze was sharp, demanding the truth.

“Was it Vladimir Romanov?” Evelina remained silent, refusing to answer.

But her reaction was all Layla needed to confirm her suspicion.

“You are in contact with him.

I am telling Lucius about it,” Layla said.

“No.

Don’t do that,” Evelina requested her.

“Then, answer Vladimir’s call and find out what he has to say to you,” Layla told her.

“At least, now, you should become a good mother to Lucius.” Evelina hesitated for a moment, and then she dialed Vladimir’s number.

The call was answered immediately.

“Where are you?” Vladimir’s voice came from the other side.

“If you want me to let your current husband live well, then help me catch Layla.” “You can’t be serious, Vladimir.

My husband has nothing to do with this,” Evelina’s voice trembled.

“And you don’t even know where we live,” she said, trying to confirm if Vladimir knew or not.

Even in the past, he had made such threats.

“But I will soon,” Vladimir replied from the other side.

“I’m giving you three hours.

If you fail to do it, you will see my worst side, Eve.”