All Chapters of When the Fool Heals the Mafia: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The old man’s eyes narrowed as his thoughts turned colder and more calculated. He already knew the stories surrounding Amara Musk and the Musk family. Ever since her parents died, the city had quietly labeled her as unstable, a pitiful heiress constantly hidden under Don Victor’s protection. But since none of it had anything to do with the Walton family before, Solomon never paid much attention to those rumors.But now, things were different.No matter how he looked at it, Amara did not seem like someone who belonged beside his grandson.And yet…Zogo had acknowledged her as his wife without the slightest hesitation.That alone unsettled Solomon.Because more than anyone else, he understood his grandson. Zogo was never impulsive. Never emotional. Every decision he made carried weight, strategy, and intention. Which meant if he had chosen to marry Amara Musk, then there was something about her the rest of the city had not yet uncovered.A quiet knock of porcelain broke the silence as th

The night inside Walton Estate was unusually peaceful, the kind of silence that only existed deep into the night when the rest of the world had already fallen asleep. Outside, the soft wind moved gently through the massive trees surrounding the estate, causing faint rustling sounds beneath the pale glow of the moonlight. The enormous Walton mansion, usually cold and imposing, stood quietly beneath the dark sky while silver light stretched across the empty hallways and polished floors.Most of the servants had already retired for the night. The mansion that was often filled with footsteps during the day had finally become still, leaving behind only calm silence and the distant ticking of the antique clock downstairs.Inside Amara’s room, the atmosphere was warm and dim.Only the small bedside lamp remained open, casting a soft golden glow across the elegant room and the large bed near the windows. The curtains swayed slightly from the faint breeze slipping through the partially opened

Then suddenly, another message popped up in the group chat.“And why is Zogo Walton inside this chat?”The whole group fell into a strange silence again. Even Treveno stopped typing mid-sentence.Unlike the others, Gareth and Treveno had been overseas for a long time, handling the company’s expansion projects. They had no clue about anything that had happened recently back home.Wendel typed slowly in response:“…A lot has happened.”Finally, Cristy sent a short, straightforward reply, “Young Miss got married.”Three seconds later…Gareth replied instantly, “What?”Treveno sent his message right after“To whom?”This time, no one answered immediately.Amara lay beside Zogo, quietly staring at the screen in her hand. She had never told any of her subordinates about this matter; she’d kept it a complete secret. Now that they knew, she knew they would definitely pester her with endless questions later.Yet, a faint, almost unnoticeable smile tugged at the corner of her lips.Next to her, Z

Zogo’s voice cut through the silence, calm and casual, as if he were commenting on the weather rather than challenging the head of the family.Every servant in the room froze in place. Even Amara turned her head slightly to glance at him, surprised by how blunt he was.Solomon Walton’s eyebrows twitched instantly, a flash of irritation crossing his face.Behind him, one of the older butlers pressed a hand to his mouth, holding back a quiet laugh he couldn’t quite suppress, he had seen this dynamic between grandfather and grandson too many times to count.“Young Master Walton,” the butler said, stepping forward slightly and speaking in a polite, steady tone, though his eyes crinkled with amusement, “Old Master Walton only wished to see how Miss Musk is doing. He means no harm.”Zogo didn’t even glance at the butler. He pulled out the chair next to his own a little further, making it easier for Amara to sit comfortably, before sitting down himself. “She’s not a criminal being brought in

Every pair of eyes widened in shock. For years, everyone inside and outside the company had only heard rumors: that Don Victor’s granddaughter was nothing more than a fragile, foolish girl who knew nothing about business, someone hidden away and incapable of taking charge. Most had never even seen her face before. Yet standing there was a woman who looked nothing like the rumors described.Amara finally stopped and turned her head slightly, sweeping her gaze across the crowd. There was no trace of foolishness or weakness in those eyes. Instead, her stare was sharp, piercing, and filled with a fierce authority that made everyone who met her gaze instantly lower their heads in fear. The so-called "foolish heiress" they had imagined was nowhere to be seen replaced by a woman whose mere presence commanded absolute respect.Amara swept her cold, sharp eyes across the entire lobby, her expression completely devoid of warmth or emotion. "Go back to work," she said, her voice low and icy, ye