The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 52 The box left by his mother

The box left by his Mother The next morning, Jeff groggily reached for his phone and blinked at the bright screen. As he scrolled through his notifications, he noticed a message.

It was from Emmanuel, Edward's Father.

Jeff hadn't changed Emmanuel's name on his phone. His name was still saved as 'Dad'. Jeff was a little taken aback because this was likely the first time Emmanuel had texted him.

Dad: I'm in Starry City. Let's meet.

Jeff did not respond to the message and threw his phone aside. Not too long after, his phone beeped again.

Dad: It's about your Mother.

\~ J +15 BONY Jeff stared at the message, the small hairs across his body standing on end.

Reluctantly, trying to get rid of the uneasy feeling, Jeff picked up his phone and tapped out a response.

Jeff: What's this about? Dad: Let's talk. I have something to give you.

And with that, Emmanuel sent the address. An hour later, Jeff took a cab to the address.

The coffee shop hummed with the clatter of dishes and the low murmur of conversations.

Emmanuel watched as Jeff, dressed simply in a black pant suit and white T-shirt, walked toward him. As Jeff settled in, there was a tangible tension

in the air that seemed like it cold break at any minute.

The underlying intensity in E Emmanuel's eyes was barely concealed by his normally indifferent expression.

"How are you? With a gesture toward the drink he had ordered for Jeff, Emmanuel inquired. "I ordered your favorite." Jeff said, "It is not my favorite; I just drink it sometimes." He then took a sip of the beverage. "What about my Mother?" Emmanuel wordlessly reached beside him and pulled out a medium-sized box, worn from years of use. Handing it to Jeff, he simply said, "Open this when you get home."

apprehension, but Jeff held his emotions in check. He )

his palms as though it were the key to opening his past. "It's my Mom's." Jeff was simply making a statement; it

it appeared that

pose a question, Emmanuel declared, "I knew you were not my son since the very

was in love with her. We met on a plane

answered. "Although I did not know who she was engaged to at the time, she was already engaged when I asked her out.

then she suddenly left" Emmanuel continued. She returned a few months later with you, handed me this box, and asked me to give it

the words, feeling a wave of intense emotion wash

you withhold this from me for so long? Why did not you inform me of everything? "Because now seems like

appropriate time" Emmanuel responded.

that." As soon as Jeff arrived at his apartment, he wasted no time

he took a deep breath

collection of various acupuncture needles neatly arranged

his apartment made their

€» The soft glow from his apartment ) made their delicate, slender forms sparkle. €» Tucked beneath the key were two small, weathered

on their covers, his heart skipped a beat. He turned to the first page of the

wide as he turned the pages of the notebook,

notebook was filled with descriptions, carefully drawn illustrations, and handwritten notes detailing the

of the page revealed a variety I of medicinal herbs, their properties, and

having read a great deal of medical literature, both traditional and modern, Jeff had never encountered anything similar. The detailed procedure, the herbs... It was

looked through the other book, which listed many kinds of spiritual plants along with their characteristics, locations, and other pertinent information.

versed in traditional medicine.

much about them. They are similar to medicinal herbs in

in use, some people kept spiritual plants as

was aware

Jeff went out to meet

wanted to give