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The old Jean was quiet, withdrawn, and refused to engage.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

strap, she strolled into the campus

young prodigies alike

education—from kindergarten to university—all under one roof. A lifelong

had gone through all their

the classroom by matching the name

She wasn’t early.

were already seated here and

she walked in,

turned to look at Jean,

tell right

She wasn’t welcome here.

flood of the host’s memories had poured into

little more than what you’d

Like how the host had gotten that six-pointed star badge. Or what her school life had actually been

the weird

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

wonder she got the

comes that creep

let her hear you. She’ll give you that bitter

whispers

she’d

really was the

dropped her bag,

Crack!

She froze.

no. She’d

whole classroom exploded

cackling like it was

hit her all at once, making her

Damn it!

guard

faced a

Should she stand up?

she didn’t, she’d never

the red liquid from that broken whatever-it-was

class would tear

was their plan

fell right into it

Don’t get mad.

breath, trying to calm herself

stood up like

hit a new high, echoing through the

to look at

there. It had cracked

pants were now marked with a bright,