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The old Jean was quiet, withdrawn, and refused to engage.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

into the

school in Blairford. Children of the elite and young prodigies alike

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

through all their schooling right here, from baby babble to college

by matching the name

She wasn’t early.

already

walked

all turned to look

tell right

She wasn’t welcome here.

first got pulled into the novel, a flood of the host’s memories had poured into her

wasn’t much—just a little more than what you’d get from reading the

details were missing. Like how the host had gotten that six-pointed star badge. Or what her school life had

the weird

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

wonder she got

here comes that creep

her hear you. She’ll give you

the whispers reached Jean’s

wow, she’d guessed

really was the

pressed her lips together, dropped her bag, and

Crack!

She froze.

She’d just broken

whole classroom

it was the funniest thing they’d ever

hit her all at once, making

Damn it!

let her guard down. She’d

faced a

Should she stand up?

never know what

she did… the red liquid from that

whole class would tear her to

their

dumb, juvenile prank—and she fell right into it because she hadn’t been

Don’t get mad.

a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she

up like

her hit a new high, echoing

turned to look

had cracked under

look to know her pants were now marked