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The old Jean was quiet, withdrawn, and refused to engage.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

been a student felt like eight hundred years

she strolled into the campus at a casual

most prestigious private school in Blairford. Children of the elite and young prodigies alike studied here.

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

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

classroom by matching the

She wasn’t early.

were already

walked in,

all turned to look at Jean,

could tell

She wasn’t welcome here.

first got pulled into the novel, a flood of the

a little more than

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

the

the host’s, it was no

got the cold

here comes that creep

let her hear you. She’ll give you that bitter lemon face,

whispers reached Jean’s

she’d guessed

really was

pressed her lips together, dropped her

Crack!

She froze.

no. She’d just

whole classroom exploded

over, cackling like it was the funniest thing they’d ever

all

Damn it!

her guard down. She’d been

faced

Should she stand up?

never

red liquid from that broken whatever-it-was had

class would

their plan

juvenile prank—and she fell right into

Don’t get mad.

deep breath, trying to calm herself down

stood up like

a new high, echoing through the

look at

there. It had

know her pants were