The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

"What's got you so deep in thought? You're even frowning," Shawn asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh, it's nothing," Emmitt replied with a slight smile, glancing out towards the driveway. He casually added, "By the way, is Mom home?"

"Yeah, she's watching TV."

Emmitt nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets as he mulled things over. "Hey, Dad, do you know much about Mom's side of the family?"

Shawn looked a bit taken aback, "Why are you bringing this up now?"

Noting his father's reaction, Emmitt realized he might know something. He pulled out a business card. "Someone from the Cunningham family visited me this morning."

Shawn's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of Austin's name embossed in gold on the card. "What did they want?"

"They said Donald Cunningham is critically ill and asked if Mom could visit..." Emmitt relayed the message, then asked, "Why did Mom leave the Cunningham family in the first place?"

Shawn took the card, his voice turning icy, "Aside from your mom, there's not a decent person in the Cunningham family."

It was the first time Emmitt had seen his father so cold, a stark contrast to his usual warm demeanor.

further explanation, Shawn turned and walked into

a moment before

living room, Delilah was surprised

simply nodded, "Work was slow today,

noticed something was off with Shawn and called

to Delilah, his hands behind

passed, and while the Cunningham family was rarely discussed at home, some things

the bedroom, "Honey, I

raised slightly, her smile faltering a bit before she

them soon went into the

**

evening, around eight o'clock at the hotel, Austin sat on the suite's sofa, arms

calls from the Cunningham family, there hadn't been

at Austin, "Looks like Miss Mira isn't coming." Austin closed his eyes for a moment, trying to quell his

Jules suggested quietly, hoping they wouldn't

couldn't understand why Austin was so adamant about not calling