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The old Jean was quiet, withdrawn, and refused to engage.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?

time she’d been a student felt like eight hundred years

she strolled into the campus

elite and young prodigies alike studied here. The bar for entry was sky-high, and its

had branches for every stage of education—from kindergarten to university—all under one

had gone through all their schooling right here, from baby babble to

the classroom by matching

She wasn’t early.

students were already seated

walked in,

all turned to look at Jean,

tell

She wasn’t welcome here.

novel, a flood of

a little more than what you’d get

host had gotten that six-pointed star badge. Or what her school

the

host’s, it was no surprise she’d

she got the cold

here comes that creep

her hear you. She’ll

the whispers

she’d

she really was the class

lips together, dropped her bag,

Crack!

She froze.

She’d just broken

the whole classroom

cackling like it was the funniest

sound and mockery hit her all at once, making her clench her

Damn it!

let her guard

faced a

Should she stand up?

she’d never know

from that broken

whole class would tear her to

their plan

dumb, juvenile prank—and she fell right into it because she hadn’t been paying

Don’t get mad.

to calm

up like nothing

around her hit a new

turned to look at her

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

look to know her pants were now marked with a bright, embarrassing