When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel 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.

After all, visiting a patient empty–handed would’ve felt rude.

She wanted to bring Edgar’s mother some fruit, at least as a gesture.

Carrying the bag, she walked to Edgar’s door and rang the bell.

About ten seconds later, the door opened.

It was Edgar. He looked like he had been cooking–there was a faint scent of oil and smoke clinging to him.

“You came,” the boy said, face as emotionless as ever.

He stepped aside slightly, gesturing for Jean to come in.

“How’s your mom doing?” Jean set the fruit on the table and asked casually.

Edgar lowered his eyes. “Same as always.”

“Can I see her?” Jean’s gaze drifted instinctively toward the bedroom, but the door was tightly shut.

Edgar nodded. “Of course.”

He pushed open the door and led Jean into the bedroom.

Edgar’s mom, Kelly, lay on the bed, her face pale. After years of being bedridden, her muscles had atrophied significantly.

She looked frail and listless, like the life had been drained from her.

“You said you had a way…” Edgar stood off to the side, his eyes dark and locked onto Jean.

She met his deep gaze and gave a firm nod. “I keep my word.”

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Chapter 330 She Really Knew Her Stuff

She had told him before–boldly–that she was the only one who could treat his mother’s condition-

And that wasn’t bluster or empty talk.

Jean had meant it.

She pulled out a specialized medical kit from her backpack, filled with rows of needles.

Laying the needles out, she pulled back Kelly’s blanket.

She examined her condition, applied medication, and inserted the needles–all in one fluid, practiced motion.

Edgar stood nearby, his eyes widening slightly. A flicker of surprise passed through them.

These kinds of traditional needles were rare–even among licensed practitioners of traditional medicine…

But Jean could use them? Then a new worry crept in.

After all, Jean was still just a teenager.

What

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