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

Emmitt didn't take long to get to the office. The receptionist had just tried calling him without success, and when she saw him walk in, she quickly mentioned that someone named Austin was looking for him.

Emmitt raised an eyebrow, puzzled. An uncle? That was news to him. He headed up in the elevator, his curiosity piqued.noveldrama

After dropping off his coat in his office, he made his way to the meeting room, taking his time. The door was slightly open, and Austin and Jules had stopped talking, leaving an awkward silence hanging in the air.

Emmitt stepped in, keeping his expression neutral as he took in the sight of the two men on the sofa. "What can I do for you guys?" he asked.

Austin looked up, locking eyes with the young man who had just entered. Emmitt had an undeniable presence, with sharp features and a commanding aura that could rival any blue-blooded heir from Riverdale.

Austin was momentarily taken aback but quickly stood up. "You must be Emmitt?"

"That's right. And you are?" Emmitt replied, staying a few steps away, his voice polite but curious.

"I'm Austin, your mom Delilah's brother, your uncle," Austin explained, looking younger than his forty-something years.

Emmitt was taken aback. His mom had never mentioned her family, let alone an estrangement from them. Hearing this guy call himself his uncle and name- dropping his mom was a surprise, but it also set off warning bells. The man's polite demeanor couldn't hide the arrogance in his eyes, making Emmitt wary.

Emmitt's gaze sharpened a bit, not bothering to dwell on the identity claim. "So, what's this about?" he asked directly.

Austin, not wanting to sugarcoat things, got to the point about Donald's serious illness. "I can't reach your mom. She's been away for years. I think she should see Donald one last time."

Jules, observing from the side, noted how this approach was more subtle than trying to convince Miss Delilah to talk her daughter into getting treatment.

Emmitt listened, and after a moment, he replied, "If my mom doesn't want to connect with you, then whatever's happening in your family doesn't concern us."

He knew his mom well enough to understand she wasn't the type to cut ties without reason. If she hadn't mentioned her family, they must have done something unforgivable.

The mention of a grandfather he'd never known stirred no emotions in him.

Austin frowned, clearly not expecting such a cold response. Emmitt's indifference was more chilling than that of a stranger.

Trying to salvage the situation, Jules chimed in, "Cousin, you can't just dismiss it like that. Blood ties are always there, even if your mom left the Cunningham family..."

Emmitt didn't let him finish. "Sorry, but instead of hunting down my mom, maybe you should spend this time with Donald. That's what family is about, right?"

Jules's face went through a series of changes, and he glanced at Austin, unsure of what to say next.

Austin's gaze turned icy, losing its earlier friendliness. After a pause, he pulled out a business card and a pen from his pocket.