The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1343

Emily had been waiting in the living room for over half an hour when she heard noises at the door. She stood up, starting to call out, but her voice trailed off as she noticed her son, James, making a shushing gesture. It was then she realized he was carrying a girl in his arms.

Surprised, Emily approached them and, upon seeing the girl's pale face, whispered, “Is she sick?”

James nodded, offering no further explanation, and carried the girl upstairs. Emily followed closely, astonished when she saw him gently lay the young lady in his own bedroom, covering her with a blanket as if she were a delicate treasure.

Emily had rarely seen this tender side of her son, which only piqued her curiosity about the girl on the bed.

After standing by the bed for a moment, James turned and gestured for Emily to step out so they could talk. They headed downstairs.

James grabbed a couple of water bottles from the fridge. “Mom, what brings you here today?”

Still preoccupied with the girl upstairs, Emily didn’t answer his question but asked instead, “So, who is she?”

James took a seat on the couch and replied, “It's nothing serious, just a cold. She fell asleep after taking some medicine.”

“Oh, I see.” Emily nodded, understanding that some cold medicines can induce sleep. “You should take good care of her. People are at their most vulnerable when they're sick.”

Vulnerable?

James gave a noncommittal hum. She hadn’t seemed all that vulnerable during their encounter the night before. In fact, he wouldn’t have known she was so adept at everything if he hadn’t been concerned.

“By the way, where is she from?” Emily asked.

James casually raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Haven’t you already done your research?”

After hanging up, James turned to Emily. “Curtis’s team also lost contact, but they mentioned they entered an area with poor signal a few days ago. There shouldn’t be any danger.”

Relieved yet not entirely at ease, Emily insisted, “We need to find him, no matter what.”

“I’ll handle it,” James assured, lowering his gaze to type a message on his phone. Once sent, he looked back up. “Anything else?”

Emily, who hadn’t even taken a sip of her water and was planning to wait until the girl woke up, was taken aback.

“If there’s nothing else, you should head back,” James said, already standing up and making his way back upstairs.

Emily, usually gentle and composed, nearly lost her temper. Was this really how he treated his own mother?