Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

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As Henry and Oliver left. Alexander raked a frustrated hand through his hair. "Why do you let them enter the estate, Mother?" he questioned with irritation. "I can't even bear to see their faces," he muttered under his breath.

"Alexander, you know he is the only relative from your father's side," Camille replied, her voice tinged with concern. "When everyone wanted to see us destroyed and take our money and empire after your father's sudden death, Henry was the one who stood by my side and fought them. You were very young, and I was in deep grief, not in my senses. He helped us a lot. I couldn't repay his favor. That's why I pay him, knowing he needs money."

Her heart was very kind to everyone, and that was why people emed to take advantage of her kindness. Even she forgave her husband for having many affairs while married to her because she never wanted her children to be raised in a broken family. "Mother, he knew your weakness is your kindness, and he is taking advantage of it," Alexander tried to make his mother understand, his voice laced with frustration and desperation.

"Whatever, Alexander, but if he can help me find your sister, I am ready to pay him any price. Camille retorted sullenly.

She turned away from him, her shoulders drooping with the weight of her sorrow. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across her face, highlighting the lines etched by years of grief and worry. She was upset that Alexander was so busy with his duties as duke and managing their business and properties that he didn't have time to search for his sister.

"Mother, he is only deceiving you," Alexander insisted, stepping closer to her. His voice softened, but his tone remained urgent. "If anyone could be suspected of abducting my sister, it's Uncle Henry. He had the motive. Grandfather named all his fortune to Adeline, and Uncle Henry was very upset with it. It's mentioned in Grandfather's will that if Adeline is not here to claim her inheritance until she is twenty-five, the fortune and properties will be divided between Uncle Henry and Father. But with Father also dead. Henry placed a claim on the whole properties and fortune Grandfather left. I am still fighting that case, and that's why he can't have the money yet."

Camille's eyes welled up with tears, the anguish evident in her gaze. "I don't care about money and properties. Give him all if I can get my daughter back, Please, Alexander, Camille pleaded desperately to her son. She wiped a tear from her cheek, her voice breaking under the weight of her sorrow.

She was a mother enduring the agony of separation from her little daughter, having never even held Adeline after her birth as she was kidnapped right after the nurse took her to be cleaned.

Alexander's heart ached seeing his mother in such pain. He gently took her hands in his, looking to her eyes with determination.

"Mother, trust me. I am very close to finding Adeline," Alexander told her with a bright smile, hoping to lift her spirits.

"Really? How?" Camille's old, dull eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope.

"Remember I wanted you to meet Mia Peterson?" Alexander coaxed his mother's memory, his voice gentle but filled with anticipation. "Yes, the interior designer!" Camille mused, curiosity surfacing in her eyes as she gazed back at Alexander.

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Alexander nodded. "That's right. The interior designer I think it's fate that brought me across her path," he said, smiling at the thought of Mia.

"What about her?" Camille furrowed her brow in confusion, trying to piece together what Alexander was implying.

"Mother, if you had met her, you would be as shocked as I was. She is a true copy of Father, Alexander revealed, his eyes lighting up with the significance of his discovery. "How How is it possible? Is she... Is she a daughter of one of his mistresses?" Camille swallowed, her sorrow evident in her trembling voice as her heart sank with the realization. "No. I knew every one of his mistresses, and none of them had a child with Father, Alexander affirmed.

He was relieved that his father had been wise enough not to have a child out of wedlock; otherwise, he would have had to deal with even more nemeses than he already had.

"So... can... it be possible?" Camille gasped, her throat feeling heavy with the possibility. She didn't want to be disappointed again, like every other time she thought she had found her daughter, only for it to be an illusion-a lic.

"Mother, I have discreetly conducted a DNA test, and the result will come in a few days. Then we will have confirmation. But my heart says it's her," he nodded firmly. The connection he felt with Mia was more than friendship; it was a blood connection, as if she were his kin

Suddenly, a faint noise of someone shifting caught Alexander's attention. He swiftly turned his head and found Oliver standing there.

"I am sorry for disturbing you, Lord Alexander. I forgot my phone, Oliver said, pointing at the sofa.

Alexander glared at him in disdain as Oliver strode toward the sofa, quietly picked up his phone, and left swiftly. Alexander scowled at Oliver's retreating back. The father and son duo were not worthy of trust.

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