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The old Jean was quiet, withdrawn, and refused to engage.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

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

strap, she strolled into the campus

Blairford. Children of the elite and young prodigies alike studied here. The bar for entry was sky-high, and its reputation

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

host’s older brothers had gone through all their schooling right here, from baby babble to college

by matching the name printed on her

She wasn’t early.

already seated

walked in, conversations

students all turned to look at

tell right

She wasn’t welcome here.

pulled into the novel, a flood of the host’s memories had poured into

a little more than what you’d get

gotten that six-pointed star

the

it was no surprise

she got the cold

here comes

you. She’ll give you

the whispers reached

she’d

really was the class

dropped her bag, and plopped into

Crack!

She froze.

She’d just broken

classroom exploded in

over, cackling like it was the funniest

mockery hit her all at once, making

Damn it!

her guard down. She’d

she faced

Should she stand up?

she’d never

red liquid from that broken whatever-it-was had already soaked

would tear

was their

into

Don’t get mad.

trying to calm herself down before she snapped.

up like

hit a

turned to look at

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

to know her pants were now marked with a