He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 06

He Thought I Was a Joke? I Hid the Heir to His Mafia Empire Chapter 06

I clutched the card and headed straight to the 

hospital instead of shopping. 

Estelle remained unconscious, countless medical 

tubes attached to her frail small frame. 

Funding secured, doctors still struggled to find a compatible heart donor. Her rare RH negative blood type drastically lowered matching chances. 

Luca and I both shared this uncommon blood type, passing it down to our daughter, further complicating the search. 

Lost in thought beside the bed, the ward door burst open. Elena stormed inside in a furious rage. 

“I knew I’d find you here!” She lunged forward to 

strike me, but I seized her wrist. 

“This is a hospital. What are you throwing a fit 

for?” 

“How dare you seduce Luca behind my back!” 

Elena struggled fiercely. “Is this brat still clinging 

to life?” 

Her malicious eyes fixed coldly on Estelle. 

“Watch your tongue!” I shielded the child 

defensively. “Speak another disrespectful word, and I’ll make you regret it.” 

“So protective of her?” Elena sneered. “I wonder 

which wealthy man fathered her.” 

“What illness plagues this dying child?” She walked to the bed foot and grabbed the medical 

chart. 

Bodyguards blocked my path as I tried to snatch it 

back. 

“RH negative blood… heart failure…” Elena’s face 

paled in shock as she read. She spun toward me, 

eyes wide with realization. “Luca has the same 

rare blood type…” 

She stared at Estelle’s pale face, distinct traces of 

Luca’s features unmistakable. “How old is she?” 

I pressed my lips firmly, refusing to answer. Elena scanned the documents frantically, and the chart slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the floor. 

Six years old. 

Their breakup happened seven years prior. The 

timeline aligned perfectly. 

“I see now…” Elena broke into a wild, distorted. 

laugh. “You hid this secret exceptionally well, 

Vera.” 

“What do you intend to do?” I eyed her warily. 

“What do I intend?” She advanced closer, lowering 

her voice menacingly. “If Luca discovers this child exists, do you believe he’ll take you back? Cherish. 

this bastard?” 

“Don’t delude yourself!” Madness flashed in her 

eyes. 

“This secret must stay buried forever. Otherwise…” She reached for the ventilator tubes. “I’ll end her 

life right now!” 

“Don’t you dare!” I burst past the guards and 

shoved Elena backward hard. She stumbled and 

crashed into a cabinet. 

“You lunatic!” She winced, clutching her waist. 

“Restrain her immediately!” 

The two bodyguards stepped forward, closing in 

on me. 

“Stop!” 

A sharp command echoed from the doorway. 

Luca stood there, accompanied by the hospital director and senior specialists. 

“Luca!” Elena’s face drained of color, swiftly 

adopting a wounded demeanor. “I came with good 

intentions to check on Ms. Moretti’s sick child, yet 

she suddenly attacked me!” 

Luca surveyed the chaotic room, his gaze settling 

on the hospital bed I guarded. He studied Estelle’s 

face for several seconds, a strange sense of 

familiarity stirring within him. 

“Whose child is this?” He asked in a deep, heavy 

tone. 

“She belongs to a former wealthy lover of mine.” I 

fabricated a lie hastily. “You already know my reckless past lifestyle, Don Falcone.” 

Luca’s expression darkened, anger flickering in his 

eyes. “Keep your sordid history away from me if 

you acknowledge your tainted reputation.” 

He turned toward Elena, his tone softening. “Are you injured?” 

“My waist hurts terribly…” She blinked back tears. 

“Let’s leave Luca. The strong disinfectant scent makes me uneasy.” 

She attempted pulling him away, terrified he would uncover the truth with further observation. 

Luca stayed rooted in place and picked up the fallen medical chart. 

“RH negative blood?” He raised his head sharply toward me. “What an odd coincidence.” 

“I naturally possess this blood type.” I maintained a calm facade. 

“Is that so?” 

Luca flipped open the chart, his gaze locking onto the birth date. The air turned deathly still. 

“Six years old.” He muttered under his breath, snapping the folder shut and striding toward me. 

“Vera, look me straight in the eyes.” He stared intensely, voice strained. 

“Who is this child’s real father?”