In the Imperial City.
Aaron had arrived at James Harper’s home to meet Caryn.
Since the day Caryn was brought here, Aaron had wished to meet her, but he didn’t want to be a bother when she was finally with the man she loved. Moreover, he had waited until he could stand perfectly on his own feet, rather than showing himself in a weakened state.
As usual, he had been busy handling company matters along with Eric.
When he reached the place, the security guards mistook him for Justin, as no one there was aware of the existence of Justin’s twin brother.
Caryn was waiting for him, having already been informed about his arrival.
The servant guided him to the drawing room where Caryn was waiting.
Aaron saw the woman sitting on the sofa. She looked far better than she used to. It was partly because her health had greatly improved, but perhaps also because she finally had her true family—her husband and daughter—by her side.
She looked at him as he walked toward her. "How are you, Ms. Shaw?"
Though he was her adopted son, he had never called her ’mother,’ nor had she ever asked him to. Both were always aware of their reality and didn’t deceive themselves by finding comfort in a role that wasn’t truly theirs.
"I should be the one asking you that," she replied, noticing how he was standing normally and walking without any discomfort, as if he had never been injured. "Have a seat."
Aaron noticed that unlike her usual stiff demeanor, she seemed more relaxed, and even her tone was a little softer—unlike the strict and cold tone she always carried.
He sat opposite her on the sofa. There was a brief silence before he said, "Congratulations."
Caryn understood he was referring to her marriage with James. "Thank you."
He smiled lightly and said, "Now I’m free from taking care of you. I believe James Harper knows what to do—it’s not easy to look after you."
She almost glared at him, but it wasn’t serious. "Are you here to mock me?"
A smile widened on his lips. "I wouldn’t dare."
Caryn was well aware of how much she had troubled him. He wasn’t her son, but he had done everything a family would—going so far as to risk his life for her.
"That’s for you," Caryn said, signaling toward the large light brown sealed envelope.
Aaron picked it up and checked the papers inside. He looked back at her. "I don’t need this. It’s yours."
"Now that I’m free to relax at this old age, do you still want me to keep working?" she asked. "You’ve been handling this company for almost a decade now, since you were just a boy. I was always sick. I didn’t do much. It’s yours. Eric already has major shares in it. You two are going to handle the company. I want to be free now. Just sign it—if you’ve ever thought of me as something in your life, even if not a mother."
Aaron had no choice but to sign it when she put it that way.
Once it was done, she asked, "Your brother has gone back to your family. What’s your plan?"
"I’m heading there as well," he replied.
She hummed and said, "Be careful. I don’t need to tell you how dangerous those people are."
"I will," Aaron assured her.
Just then, someone arrived—Julia.
The moment she saw him, Julia said, "Justin, when did you return?"
Aaron looked at the old woman, while Caryn said, "Mother, he is Justin’s twin brother—Aiden... I mean, now we call him Aaron."
"Oh!" Julia was clearly surprised at how similar the two brothers were. She was now aware of the entire story about Justin, so she didn’t need to ask more.
"Am I disturbing your talk?" Julia asked.
"Of course not," Caryn said politely. "Please, have a seat."
Aaron almost felt shocked inwardly to see Caryn being so polite and ladylike—at least to someone. Seems like every daughter-in-law prefers to submit in front of their mother-in-law.
Julia sat next to Caryn and looked at Aaron. "I never knew identical twins could be so alike. I can never tell you apart from Justin," Julia said as she walked ahead. "Good to see you, Aaron. You are always welcome in our family, just like Justin."
Aaron offered her a polite nod. "Thank you, Madam Harper."
"Madam Harper?" Julia frowned slightly. "Justin calls me Julia. Either you call me by name, just like him, or call me Grandma."
"Sure... Julia..." he said a little hesitantly. Calling her Grandma felt too close—like real family—so he chose to call her by name.
It reminded him of his own grandmother, Marina, who was always good to him. He wondered when he would get to meet her again.
Just then, they heard the sound of a car arriving outside. James had returned home, but he wasn’t alone. Natalie was there as well. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
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