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

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

and it appeared that Emmanuel was anticipating the

declared, "I knew you were not my son

her. We met on a

I asked her out. I was unaware that

left" Emmanuel continued. She returned a few months later

the words, feeling a wave of intense emotion wash

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

appropriate time" Emmanuel responded.

anything from her since then?" "No, she just disappeared like that." As soon as Jeff arrived at his

chest, he took a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was

the lid, revealing a collection of various acupuncture

soft glow from his apartment made their

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

handwriting on their covers, his heart skipped a beat.

as he turned the pages of the notebook, taking

notebook was filled with descriptions, carefully drawn illustrations, and handwritten notes detailing the profound wisdom of traditional

a variety I of medicinal herbs, their properties, and the procedures involved

doctor who practices traditional medicine." Despite having read a great deal of medical literature, both traditional and modern, Jeff had never

with their characteristics,

versed in traditional medicine.

are similar to medicinal herbs in that they can be used for therapeutic purposes, but

still in use, some

was aware

evening, Jeff went out to meet Jamie who

give Jeff