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The old Jean was quiet, withdrawn, and refused to engage.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

backpack strap, she strolled into the

school in Blairford. Children of the elite and young prodigies alike studied here. The bar for entry

kindergarten to

their schooling right here, from baby

seat in the classroom by matching the name printed

She wasn’t early.

already seated

she walked in, conversations

look at Jean, eyes

could tell right

She wasn’t welcome here.

she first got pulled into the novel, a flood

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

were missing. Like how the host had gotten that six-pointed star badge. Or

the weird

personality like the host’s, it was no surprise she’d been unpopular at

wonder she got the cold

here comes that

her hear you. She’ll give you that bitter

the whispers

she’d guessed

really was the class

lips together, dropped her bag, and plopped into

Crack!

She froze.

She’d

the whole classroom exploded

over, cackling like it was the funniest

her all at once, making her

Damn it!

her guard down. She’d

she faced a terrible

Should she stand up?

she didn’t, she’d never know what she’d

if she did… the red liquid from that broken whatever-it-was had already soaked

whole class would tear her to

was their plan all

into it because she

Don’t get mad.

a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she snapped.

up like

laughter around her hit a new high, echoing through the

to look at her

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

look to know her pants were now marked with