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The old Jean was quiet, withdrawn, and refused to engage.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

a student felt like eight hundred

into the campus at a

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

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

brothers had gone through all their schooling right here, from

by

She wasn’t early.

already seated

she walked in, conversations

all turned to look at Jean, eyes lazy

could tell right

She wasn’t welcome here.

into the novel, a flood of

more than what you’d

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

the

a cold, closed-off personality like the host’s, it was no surprise she’d been unpopular

wonder she got

comes that creep

She’ll give

whispers reached

wow, she’d

really was the

together, dropped her bag, and plopped

Crack!

She froze.

She’d just

whole classroom

like it

all at

Damn it!

her guard

faced a

Should she stand up?

she didn’t, she’d never

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

class would tear her to

their

prank—and she fell right into

Don’t get mad.

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

stood up

laughter around her hit a new high, echoing through

to look

small, fragile ball had been placed there. It had cracked under her

didn’t need to look to know her pants were now marked