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.

holding it tenderly in his palms as though it were the key to opening his past. "It's my Mom's." Jeff was simply making a statement; it was not

it appeared that Emmanuel was

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

love with her. We met on a

asked her out. I

continued. She returned a few months later with you, handed me this box,

words, feeling a wave of intense emotion

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

appropriate time" Emmanuel responded.

then?" "No, she just disappeared like that." As soon as

the pressure of his feelings on his chest, he took a deep breath

he lifted the lid, revealing a collection of various acupuncture needles neatly arranged

soft glow from his apartment made their delicate,

delicate, slender

noticed his mother's distinctive handwriting on their covers, his heart skipped a beat. He turned

the pages of the notebook, taking in all of the information that

filled with descriptions, carefully drawn illustrations, and

medicinal herbs, their properties, and the procedures involved

a doctor who practices traditional 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 was

many kinds of spiritual plants along with their characteristics, locations, and other pertinent information. He was shocked and couldn't

versed in traditional medicine.

about spiritual plants, he really did not know much about them. They are similar to medicinal herbs in that they can be used for therapeutic purposes, but they are

in use, some

his mother now? Jeff was aware that he needed to find

in the evening, Jeff went out to meet Jamie who said she had

wanted to give Jeff