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The old Jean was quiet, withdrawn, and refused to engage.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

student

into the campus at a casual

in Blairford. Children of the elite and young prodigies

education—from kindergarten to university—all

gone through all their schooling right here, from baby

found her seat in the classroom by matching

She wasn’t early.

were already seated here

walked

all turned to look at

tell

She wasn’t welcome here.

first got pulled into the novel, a flood

than what you’d get from

Like how the host had gotten that six-pointed

the weird

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

wonder she got the cold

here comes that

her hear you. She’ll

whispers reached

she’d

really was the

her lips together, dropped her bag,

Crack!

She froze.

no. She’d just

classroom

cackling like it was the funniest

and mockery hit her all at once, making her

Damn it!

guard down. She’d

she faced

Should she stand up?

never know what

did… the red liquid from that broken whatever-it-was had

whole class would

their plan

right into it because

Don’t get mad.

breath, trying to calm herself down before she snapped.

up like nothing

her hit a new

look at her

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

need to look to know her pants were now marked