When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

Chapter 330

Chapter 330 She Really Knew Her Stuff

The one who had called and texted Jean back at the hospital was Edgar.

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But at the time, she’d been too busy taking care of Sienna to respond. Edgar hadn’t reached out for anything else—he was contacting her about his mother.

Back when she had been desperate to save Asher, she’d taken Edgar’s mother and held her under watch, using her as leverag

Only then did Edgar abandon his deal with Thomas and testify for Asher at the final hour.

Jean knew what she’d done was a little underhanded, but for the sake of justice, a few dirty tricks were sometimes necessary.

That said, she had also made Edgar a promise afterward–that she would do everything she could to help his mother recove

Now, Edgar was calling on her to make good on that promise.

The taxi came to a stop outside a modest residential complex.

Jean stepped out and walked toward the main gate.

Edgar and his mother had already moved out of the dilapidated alley. Jean had paid out of pocket to set them up in a new place.

She had picked several options for them, but mother and son turned most of them down–too nice, too flashy.

In the end, they settled on this humble little apartment complex.

Jean had paid the rent, but this was her first time visiting. She didn’t even know the exact address until Edgar texted it to her.

On the way, she stopped at a nearby fruit shop, carefully picking out a few large, ripe fruits.

a patient

mother some fruit, at least as a

bag, she walked to

seconds later,

he had been cooking–there was a faint scent of oil

came,” the boy said, face as emotionless

aside slightly, gesturing for Jean to come

Jean set the fruit on the table and

lowered his eyes. “Same as

see her?” Jean’s gaze drifted instinctively toward the bedroom, but the

Edgar nodded. “Of course.”

and led

on the bed, her face pale. After

frail and listless, like the

off to the side, his eyes dark

gave a firm nod.

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She Really

had told him before–boldly–that she was the only one who could treat

wasn’t bluster

Jean had meant it.

from her backpack, filled with

needles out, she

and inserted the needles–all in

widening slightly. A flicker of surprise passed

were rare–even among licensed practitioners of traditional

them? Then a new

was still just a

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