When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

When the Family Ch 4

Chapter 4 If You Don’t Self-Destruct, You Have to Go Insane

“Then I’d rather drive Ms. Jean to school.” The driver’s mouth twitched as he spoke with righteous resolve.

The Jean in front of him was clearly different.

The old Jean was quiet, withdrawn, and refused to engage. The driver had no desire to test her temper either. For as long as he’d known her, the two of them existed in silent disregard of each other.

But now, he hadn’t expected Jean to be the one to break the silence.

Jean tugged at the corner of her mouth and suddenly beamed, radiant. “Mister, you know what? It’s not trendy to use names anymore…”

The driver frowned in confusion. “Then what do people use?”

Jean’s smile widened. “We go with ‘Princess’ now.”

“P-Princess?” The driver’s eyes went wide, but then he thought about it—Ms. Jean was, after all, still just a little girl. It made sense. Every little girl dreams of being a princess.

So that’s what she liked being called.

He caught on immediately. Getting out of the car, he opened the rear door for Jean with exaggerated respect. “Your Highness, your carriage awaits.”

Jean nodded approvingly.

Once she was seated, the driver didn’t forget to remind her, “Princess, please sit tight. We’re departing shortly.”

Jean snapped her fingers with flair. “Let’s go.”

…

The Rolls-Royce stopped in a quiet alley near the school.

Jean didn’t like flashy entrances, so the driver had never taken her to the main gate.

With her backpack on, Jean hopped out of the car.

The driver escorted her to the school entrance and gave her a parting nod. “Ms… uh… I mean, Your Highness, please proceed…”

Jean laughed at his effort. “Okay, the princess roleplay ends here.”

Waving her finger, she smiled. “The princess has to pretend to be a commoner for a while…”

The driver looked puzzled. So now he wasn’t supposed to call her that?

Jean really was unpredictable…

She glanced up at the school gate, where bold, majestic letters spelled:

Who would’ve thought—after everything—Jean would come back to school like this?

she’d been a student felt like eight hundred years

backpack strap, she strolled into the campus at

prestigious private school in Blairford. Children of the elite and young prodigies alike studied here. The bar for entry was sky-high,

every stage of education—from kindergarten to university—all under one roof. A lifelong academic

had gone through all their schooling right here, from

seat in the classroom by matching the name printed on

She wasn’t early.

students were already seated here

moment she walked in,

students all turned to look at

could tell

She wasn’t welcome here.

into the novel, a flood of the host’s

a little more than what you’d get from reading the

had gotten that six-pointed star badge.

the weird

closed-off personality like the host’s, it was no surprise

wonder she got

here comes that

don’t let her hear you. She’ll give you that bitter

the whispers

she’d guessed

really was

dropped her bag,

Crack!

She froze.

She’d

whole classroom exploded

over, cackling like it

mockery hit her all at once, making her clench her

Damn it!

guard down. She’d

faced a terrible

Should she stand up?

didn’t, she’d never know

red liquid from that

whole class would tear

their plan all

right into it because she hadn’t been paying

Don’t get mad.

trying to calm herself

stood up like nothing

a new high,

turned to look at

fragile ball had been placed there. It had cracked under her weight and

need to look to know her pants were now marked with