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."

but Jeff held his emotions in check.

were the key to opening his past. "It's my Mom's."

to ask Emmanuel questions, and it appeared that Emmanuel was anticipating the same

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

her. We met on a plane and she was

asked her out. I was unaware

a few months later with you, handed me this box, and asked me

words, feeling a wave of

from me for so long? Why did not you inform me of everything?

appropriate time" Emmanuel responded.

since then?" "No, she just disappeared like that." As soon as Jeff arrived at his apartment, he wasted no

the pressure of his feelings on his chest, he took a deep breath to prepare himself for what

revealing a collection of various acupuncture

soft glow from his apartment made their delicate, slender

soft glow from his apartment ) made their delicate, slender forms sparkle. €» Tucked beneath

mother's distinctive handwriting on their covers, his heart skipped a beat. He turned to the first page of the

as he turned the pages of the notebook, taking in all

and handwritten notes detailing the profound wisdom of traditional

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

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

kinds of spiritual plants along with their characteristics, locations, and other

versed in traditional medicine.

them. They are similar to medicinal herbs in that

in use, some people kept

was aware that he needed to find

meet

wanted to give Jeff