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Chapter 340: Twin sister...

    <h4>Chapter 340: Twin sister...</h4>


    "Julian Anderson?" she called, confused. Her gaze settled on him inquisitively. Of all the ces she expected to see him, it was never in a cemetery and not just any cemetery, but the very one where her mothery, and at her mother’s tomb.


    She couldn’t help but wonder what might have led him here. Did he have some unusual or fetish hobby that involved visiting cemeteries?


    Jessica’s gaze hovered over him, searching for any sign of delusion or odd behavior.


    But his clothes were intact, his tie neatly knotted, and his suit crisp...a clear indication he wasn’t losing his mind.


    Noting her scrutinizing gaze, Julian took a deep breath and waited for her to speak. At this moment, he chose to tread cautiously. He couldn’t afford to startle her.


    His gaze flickered to the slight swell of her baby bump, and his eyes narrowed as a thought crossed his mind.


    Is she pregnant?


    Why haven’t I received a report on this? Or did she intentionally conceal it?


    He felt his heart thumping with anticipation and a strange sense of joy. Does this mean I’ll soon be an uncle?


    Noticing his eyes lingering on her belly, Jessica instinctively took a step back.


    "Julian Anderson," she called again, this time her voice cold, strict, and dignified.


    Julian quickly retracted his gaze. "Good day, Jessica," he greeted with a slight nod, his tone soft and polite, though his heart pounded in his chest with trepidation.


    Seeing Jessica here at the cemetery was both a shock and an unexpected encounter.


    He wasn’t prepared for this. He had always imagined their first meeting would take ce in a boardroom perhaps while forging a business partnership that might evolve into a friendship.


    From there, he could gradually reveal the truth about who he was, and what she meant to him.


    But who could predict the future? With no other option, Julian decided to take things as they came.


    Julian drew a calm, steadying breath just as her voice drifted across the quiet space.


    "Julian Anderson," she called again, as though trying to confirm his identity. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she stared at him.


    Several thoughts raced through her mind, her veins pulsing erratically.


    "Sister," he answered, his voice calm.


    But his words were lost in the light breeze and the soft ruffling of leaves and grasses that blew past them.


    Jessica took a step forward and nced behind him.


    "What are you doing here?" "How did you get here?" "Why are you holding the bouquet?" Did you lose someone?"


    She asked all in one breath, her eyes scanning the surroundings as she tried to make sense of why Julian Anderson would be here of all ces.


    From what she knew, he wasn’t even a native of Country Y. So why would he be in a cemetery here, holding a bouquet?


    "The bouquet?" she murmured, her voiceced with confusion as she nced at the flowers in her hand which were strikingly simr to his.


    "I came to visit our mother," he answered, lifting the bouquet slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It was her favorite."


    Jessica’s gaze snapped to his face at once, her eyes blinking rapidly in disbelief.


    "Wait... your mother is buried around here?"


    Julian shook his head lightly, a deep sigh escaping his nose. He turned and walked back toward the tomb, his back facing her.


    "She’s buried here," he said, pointing at the tombstone in front of him.


    "Your mother? Buried here?" Jessica repeated, her voice thick with skepticism and a touch of mockery.


    "Who ims a stranger’s grave as their mother’s?" she wondered bitterly.


    "Julian, I think you’re at the wrong ce. This is my mother’s tomb," she stated firmly, her voice sharp and dignified.


    Fury bubbled inside her as she struggled to restrain herself. But regardless of who he was... She wouldn’t allow anyone—no matter their status—to disturb her mother’s rest.


    She made a mental note to speak to the groundskeeperter.


    Who knew how many people he had allowed ess to her mother’s grave under false pretenses?


    Noticing the change in her expression, a small, amused smile crossed Julian’s lips. It was oddly refreshing to see his sister fuming unlike the cool, reserved CEO he hade to know.


    "Sister, can you calm down?" he said, the corners of his mouth lifting.


    "Sis... what?" she asked, staring at him as though truly seeing him for the first time.


    The word ’sister’ rang in her ears like a bell, foreign, yet oddly calming. Her eyes widened, and her lips trembled as if to speak, but no words came.


    Julian shrugged lightly. "That’s how nature nned it. You’re my sister, not just in sentiment, but by blood."


    Jessicaughed sharply, mockingly. "Me? Your sister? Blood rtion? You must be mistaken."


    "Jessica, I’m not mistaken. And I’m not at the wrong ce," he said firmly.


    Jessica stared at him, visibly unsettled. She shook her head lightly, trying to dismiss his im.


    She might have thought him unwell, but the Anderson heir had never been used of madness.


    "No, Julian. You are mistaken. I’m quite sure you’re not my brother," she replied. She paused. "As far as I know, my mother only had me."


    Jessica looked around the empty cemetery once again before her eyesnded back on him.


    She was certain her mother never had another child and certainly not a son. The idea that Julian Anderson could be her brother was absurd.


    "Is this some strange business tactic?" she wondered. But then, the Anderson Group didn’tck credibility or influence.


    Julian inhaled slowly, making a firm decision. The truth wouldn’t be epted easily. Not now.


    "Let’s talk to Mum," he said gently, "then I’ll exin everything in detail."


    The way he said ’Mum’ made Jessica freeze. It was effortless as though he had said it multiple times.


    Her mouth fell open. Her hands clenched the bouquet tighter, as if it could anchor her trembling body.


    Whether it was the pregnancy hormones or something deeper, her body shivered despite her effort to remainposed.


    Her mind was a whirlpool of questions, her voice caught in her throat. She studied his features closely.


    It was only now she saw what had eluded her before, what she’d noticed briefly months ago in the hotel lobby but dismissed.


    The onyx-honey eyes flecked with gold, the dark ebony hair, a face shaped like hers but with the sharp distinction of manhood.


    He waited, but when she didn’t respond, Julian stepped forward and gently took her hand in his, guiding her toward the tomb.


    She followed in a daze. She couldn’t believe she wasn’t dreaming. His hand in hers, iming to be her brother, her brother, from the Anderson family in Country Z.


    Her thoughts spun wildly with questions


    What really happened?


    How did Nora Santiago from Country Y be connected to Country Z?


    Who is George Brown to her, then?


    If Julian is my brother, who is his father?


    Was my mother married before?


    Is it possible I’ve misunderstood my entire past?


    Why didn’t she tell me anything?


    "Jessica, let’s talk to Mum," Julian repeated gently, snapping her out of her thoughts.


    "Julian, I still insist you’re not my brother," she said coldly. Wrenching her hand from his, she turned to face him fully.


    "I’d like to speak to my mother alone." She stepped past him.


    Julian sighed softly. "I’ll give you some time," he said. "But I don’t think you can deny the fact that you never felt the connection all the time we’ve met that you’re my twin sister."


    Jessica spun around sharply, but misstepped,nding on loose gravel. She braced herself for a fall but was surprised when Julian caught her with lightning speed.


    He helped her regain her footing as she caught her breath. "Did you just say twins?"


    "Yes. A boy and a girl...you and me," he confirmed.


    Jessica couldn’t find her voice. As much as she didn’t want to believe Julian was her brother, one thing had be clear.


    She needed to investigate this matter herself.


    Having made the decision, Jessica bowed her head and paid her tribute to her mother before turning around to leave.


    Her heart was calm, but her mind stirred with unspoken questions and uncertain truths.


    "Sis, can I drop you off?" Julian asked, his voice low,ced with silent anticipation, even though he already suspected what her response would be.


    As expected, Jessica shook her head gently, her tone clipped but not unkind. "I came with a driver and have to go back with them."


    Julian nodded in quiet understanding. "Alright then... let me walk you to the car," he offered, his expression sincere.


    Jessica hesitated for the briefest moment before giving a small nod.


    Refusing such a harmless gesture would feel rude, and surprisingly, she didn’t feel the instinctive resistance she expected around someone who had just shaken the foundations of her identity.


    "Alright," she agreed softly, and together they walked down the stony path.


    Questions hovered at the edge of her lips, but she kept them at bay.


    How was she supposed to process having a grown brother after all these years yet unaware?


    How could blood ties be unearthed in a day, rearranging everything she thought she knew? And strangely, another name she never dreamed of.


    Julian seemed to sense her turmoil. "Jessica," he said, his voice gentle, "you don’t have to be tense. I’ve been searching for you for the past fifteen years... under our father’s mandate."


    Jessica’s gaze flicked to him, unreadable. A part of her wanted to ask questions, she wanted answers and rity.


    But the timing isn’t right. "I’ll need to leave now. We might talk about this some other time," she replied, her tone measured.


    She couldn’t promise anything, certainly not yet. But she knew she would have to investigate this matter thoroughly. .


    As another thought struck her, a faint smile curved her lips. Maybe... just maybe, being an Anderson isn’t so badpared to being a Brown, she mused inwardly.


    "Let’s talk about this some other day," she said again as they reached the waiting car.


    Julian nodded, stepping back respectfully as the door was opened for her.


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